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Green Paftures : 

Being Choice Extracts from 

the Works of Robert Greene, 

M.A., of both Univerfities 

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INTRODUCTION. 



From an Author fo voluminous that his 
colleSiive * Life and Works ^ extend to no 

fewer than fifteen confiderable volumes {in 
the ' Huth Library ^)y the difficulty has not 
been to find materials for a volume of our 
Elizabethan Library ^ but what to feleSl, 
For example J it was veryfoon dif covered that. 

fomeofhismofi chara^eriftic writings muji be 
left abfolutely untouched^ inafmuch as any one ^ 
e.g., of the Coney-catching Series, or of the 
Autobiographical Series, would alone over- 

flow into two or morefuch volumes, fo matter- 

fulare they, andfo impojjible is it to reprefent 
their higheft qualities by brief extra^s. 
In reluctantly but inevitably leaving thefe 

I afide, I venture to fay that no books contain 
more vivid word-piSiures of Englijh low- 
life in the reign of Elizabeth than do thefe, 
They are bitten in with marvellous Dutch- 



vi Introdu^ion. 

like minutenefs of touch. As for his perfonal 
narratives of penitence and confeffion, I for 
one do not envy the man who can read them 
with unwet eyes. There is a burning truth, 
a pathetic integrity, a weird power about 
them that neighbour thefe fadly little known 
books with De Quincefs ' ConfeJJions^ and 
reduce to commonplace thofe of RouJJeau. 
The letters and appeals to his wife and evil 
afociates thrill to-day the moft fijh-blooded 
reader. Only fuch a ghoul as Gabriel 
Harvey could doubt their fincerity. I 
indulge the hope that fome readers of thefe 
words of mine, and of this booklet, will be 
fir red to feek accefs to the following {their 
title-pages fujnmarily given): 

I. Coney-catching Series. 

{a) A notable Difcovery of coofnage now 
daily pra^ifed by fun dry lewd perfons called 
Connie-catchers and Croffe-biters . . . 1 591. 

(b) The fecond parte . . . 1591. 

(r) The thirde parte . . . with the new 
devifed knavijh art of Foole-taking . . . 
1592. 



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Introduction. 



{d) A Difputation between a Hee Conny- 
Catcher and a Shee Conny-Catcher . . . 
1592. 

{e) The Black Bookes MeJJenger, laying 
open the Life and Death of Ned Browne, 
one of the moft notable Cutpurfes, Croff- 
biters and Conny-catchers that ever lived 
in England . . . 1592. Then muji be read 
{Works, vol, xi.ypp. 39-104) the attack on 
above books. 

(f) The Defence of Conny-catching, or 
a Confutation ofthofe two injurious Pamph- 
lets, publijhed by R. G., againji the prac- 
tioners of many nimble-witted and myjiical 
Sciences . . . 1592. 

2. Autobiographical Series. 

(g) Green's Groat^ s-worth of Wit, bought 
with a Million of Repentance . . . 1592. 

(h) The Repentance of Robert Greene, 
Majier of Artes ... 1592. 

(/) Greene's Vifon, written at the infant 
of his death . . . 1592. 

To thefe muJi be added his numerous 



viii Introdu5fion. 



Epijfles' dedicatory and prefatory. They 
have all perfonal allufions of the moji in- 
terefiing fort. I Jhould gladly have brought 
them together, I have been compelled to 
limit my f elf to afingle example — the Epiftle- 
dedicatory to ' Perimides the Blackfmith.'* 
There is exceptional gracioufness and dainti- 
nefs ofphrafing in all his Epiftles. 

After exclufion {fpeaking broadly) of the 
whole ofthefe, there remain materials for at 
leaf five feparate volumes equal to the 
prefent, 

(a) Apophthegms and Apt Sayings, 

many of them long paffed into proverbs, 
albeit certain were probably contemporary 
proverbs that were worked into the fever al 
boohs. Our few ^ handfuls of purpofe^ 
will demonftrate how full a harveft might 
have been reaped in this field. 

{f) The Plays. Eheu! eheu! We 
have the mere '■flotfam and jetfam ' of his 
prolific pen ^for the theatre.^ But in the 
two volumes of his Works [xiii. and xiv.) 
his four furviving Plays abound in * brave 



Introdu5lton, 



tranjiunary things.* We have Jiriven to 
prefent typical fpecimens. It was our good 
fortune to be the Jirji to reclaim the ex- 
tremely remarkable play of * Selimus ' for 
Greene. 

{c) Manners, customs, fashions, games 
and fportSj fuperjiitions^ town and country 
ongoings y odd chara5iers^feajls andfeftivals, 
etc., etc., fnd all but inexhauftible illujira- 
tion in thefe pre-eminently manners -painting 
books. One wonders that fo full a quarry 
has beenfo little worked. Compilers might 
have 7nade their meagre pages rich from 
almoft any one of the volumes enumerated. 
See vol. XV. of Works — Gloffarial Index 
— fpecial lifts, etc., etc.; alfo under ' JSiors 
and Players * in the prefent volume, which, 
a. la France, are to be read between the 
lines. 

Within our narrow limits we have (it is 
believed) furnijhed enough to make it clear 
that young Greene was no merely grotefque 
rival to young William Shakefpeare. It 



Introdu5fion. 



lies on the fur face that if only the ^wrecked 
life ' had found a frie?id and helper in his 
(later) mighty contemporary, that is if 
co-operation had been fought — not antagonifm 
— Englifh literature fhould have been the 
certain gainer. We arefo ufed to idolatrize 
Shakefpeare becaufe of his fimply incom- 
parable geniusy that we fhirk inquiring 
into his relations with his precurfors and con- 
temporaries. I for one feel fatisfied that 
fuller knowledge of thefe would prove that 
for years, when feeling his way upward, 
Shakefpeare was a very buccaneer in ^ fpoil- 
ing the Egyptians,^ or unmet aph or ically in 
turning to his own account the MS. writ- 
ings of unfortunate contemporaries who 
were confirained to write for the theatres. 
On thefe and cognate matters I jnufl refer 
the reader to Profeffor Storojenko^s * Life ' 
of Greene, with our annotations, which 
form vol. i. of the Works. 

I would fpe daily commend the V Allegro 
and Penferofo-like burfls of mufical fong 
that will be found in this volume. The 



Introduction, 



(fo-called) Paftorals have exqutjite touches 
and Jineji-wrought rhyme and rhythm. 
The Love-Jongs are tender and pajfwnate. 
The ' comic vein ' // genuine. His patriotic 
Jl an ding-up for the * common people ' {e.g.y in 
^ The Pinner of Wakefeld^) is hiforically 
moji noticeable. Altogether I Jhall he dif- 
appointed if our * Green Fajlures ' — the 
pun being permijibki as was Spurgeon^s 

* Stones from Ancient Brooks ' ( = Thomas 
Brooks J the Puritan) — be not welcomed as 
a pleafant furprife to be placed befide our 
^ Bower of Delight'' f?/' Nicolas Breton. 

/ clofe with a quotation from myfelf — 

* / muft take this frejh opportunity of re- 
calling that as the converfe of HerricHs 
famous (or infamous) pleading, that if his 

verfe were impure, his life was chafe, 
Greeners writings are exceptionally clean. 
Nor mufi he be refufed the benefit of this 
in any judicial eftimate of him. It is equally 
harjh and uncritical to fay that this confeffedly 
dijjo lute-living man wrote purely becaufe it 
paid him to do fo. It did no fuch 



Introduction, 



It would have paid, and did pay, to ^rite 
impurely, and as miniftering to the unchajie 
appetite of readers for garbage. To his 
undying honour, Robert Greene^-^equally 
with James Thomson, — left fcarce a line 
that dying he need have wijhed " to blot" 
I can't under Jiand the nature of anyone who 
can think hardly of Greene in the light of 
his ultimate penitence and abfolute confejjion. 
It is {if the comparifon be not over-bold) as 
though one had taunted David with his fin 
after the 5 \ft Pfalm ' {Editor's IntroduBion 
to Life : Works, i., pp. xix-xx). 

A. B. G. 








CONTENTS. 


PAGE 




Abatements 


I 




Abominable^ Abhominable . 


2 




AElors and A Sting . 


3 




^nglijh Player 


7 




Good Advices 


9 




To Young Men 


lO 




Vnvenerable Old Age 


12 




Apophthegms and Apt Sayings 


13 




, Alliteration 


24 




A Noble Head— Friar Bacon 


25 




Friar Bacon 


26 




Beauty — a Song . . 


27 




Bohemia — Shakefpeare llluftration 


28 




Chaftity — an Ode . 


28 




Comedy 


. 30 




A Contented Mind , 


45 





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Contents, 






PAGE 




Content . 


46 




A Country Beauty . 


47 




Cradle Song 


50 




Cupid 


• 51 




The Eagle and the Fly 


52 




An Epijlle Dedicatory 


54 




Fancy 


56 




Old Englijh Flowers 


. 58 




The Englijh Fop and Florentini 






Contemporaries 


60 




Idlenefs . 


62 




Jealoufy . 


. 62 




Kings 


63 




Soliloquy of Selimus — Ufurper anc 






Tyrant 


. 65 




JonaWs Appeal to London and Eng lane 


i 73 




Difpraife of Love . 


• 75 




Love ( = Cupid as a Child) . 


76 




Love's Treachery . 


77 




Doron^s Defcription of Samela 


• 79 




N'oferez vous^ mon bel Ami ? 


. 80 




Eurymachus^ Fancy in the Prime Oj 


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his Affection . 


. 83 



Contents. 


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PAGE 




Love 


89 




PaJJionate Lovers . 


90 




Eurymachus in Praife of Mirimida 


91 




Love — IVhat P 


94 




Gentle Court Jhips RejeSied . 


96 




George a Greene and Beatrice [BettrL^ 


) 97 




Love-Supplanter . 


98 




Love no Mortal Pa(Jlon 


lOI 




Siheflro's Lady-love 


102 




! Men a leas — The Prodigals Return 


103 




Miferrimus 


109 




Palmer's Ode 


III 




Another of the Same 


112 




The Penitent Palmer's Ode 


114 




Paftoral . 


116 




Pajloral . 


119 




Phillis and Coridon 


123 




Paftoral . 


125 




Paftoral . 


129 




Paftoral . 


132 




Paftoral . 


133 




IfabeWs Ode 


136 




Paftoral . 


139 











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P aft oral . . . .140 

Perfeverance Wins . . .141 

Word'Portraits . . .142 

Potatoes . . . .148 

Time . . . .148 

The Tongue . . • ^49 

Travels . . . .152 

U/ury . . . .153 

Vengeance Implored . • '54 

Venus and Adonis . . '^55 

Adonis Reproved . . '157 

Venus ViSlrix . . • ^59 

Woman . . . .161 

The Teoman and Peafantry of Old 

England . . . 164 

Touth Degenerate . . .170 

Woman's Eyes . . .170 

J^e Dead Wife foon Forgotten . 172 



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ABATEMENTS. 

The ftiffeft metal yieldeth to the ftamp, 
the ftrongeft oak to the carpenter's axe, 
the hard fteel to the file, and the ftouteft 
heart doth bow when Nature bids him 
bend. . . . There is no adamant fuch 
which the blood of a goat cannot make 
foft, no tree fo found which the fcarab 
fly will not pierce, no iron fo hard which 
ruft will not fret, no mortal thing fo 
fure which Time will not confume, nor 
no man fo valiant which cometh not 
without excufe when Death doth call. 
The phoenix hath black pens as well as 
gliftering feathers, the pureft wine hath 
ihis lees, the luckieft year hath his cani- 
I cular days. Venus had a mole in her 
i face, and Adonis a fear upon his chin. 
There was fometimes thunder heard in 
the Temple of Peace, and Fortune is 
never fo favourable but Ihe is as fickle : 



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her profperity is ever fauced with the 
four drops of adverfity, being conftant 
in nothing but in inconftancy. Scipio 
efcaped many foreign broils, but, re- 
turning home in triumph, was flain with 
a tile. Caefar conquered the whole 
world, yet was cowardly flain in the 
Senate. So Bonfadio. . . . (Morando : 
the 'Tritameron of Love' [15 17], iii., 
pp. 51, 52.) 



ABOMINABLE, ABHOMIN- 
ABLE. 

The deiire of his fond afFedlon fo 
blinded his underftanding that he paufed 
not to pervert both human and Divine 
laws for the accomplifhment thereof: 
no rules of reafon, no fear of laws, no 
pricks of confcience, no refpe6l of 
honefty, no regard of God or man, could 
prohibit him from his peftiferous pur- 
pofe : for if laws had been of force, 
he knew his deed was contrary to all 
laws, in violating his facred oath ; of 
confcience, he knew it terrible ; of 
honefty, he knew it moft wicked ; of 



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Abominable^ Abhominable. 



God or man, he knew it abominable in 
the fight of both (' Mamillia' [1583], 
ii., p. 118). [Nares annotates on this 
word : * A pedantic afFedlation of more 
correal fpeaking, founded upon a falfe 
notion of the etymology ; fuppofing it 
to be from ab ho7nine inftead of abominor, 
which is the true derivative. Shake- 
fpeare has ridiculed thi^ afFeftation in 
the character of the pedant Holofernes : 
" They are abhominable, which he [Don 
Armado] would call abominable " 
("Love's Labour's Loft," v., i). But it 
was not neceflarily pedantic fo to fpell. 
As fimple matter of faft, the word 
carried in it for long meanings corre- 
fpondent with the double derivation. — 
G.] 



ACTORS AND ACTING.'' 

So highly were Comedies efteemed in 
thofe days [of Terence and Plautus in 
Rome], that men of great honour and 
grave account were the aftors, the 
Senate and the confuls continually pre- 
fent as auditors at all fuch fports, 
* See Introduction. 



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rewarding the author with rich rewards, 
according to the excellency of the 
Comedy. Thus continued this faculty 
famous, till covetoufnefs crept into the 
quality, and that mean men, greedy of 
gains, did fall to pradlife the afting of 
fuch plays, and in the theatre prefented 
their Comedies, but to fuch only as re- 
warded them well for their pains. When 
thus Comedians grew to be mercenaries, 
then men of accompt left to praftife 
fuch paftimes, and difdained to have 
their honours blemilhed with the ftain 
of fuch bafe and vile gains : infomuch 
that both Comedies and Tragedies grew 
to lefs accompt in Rome, in that the 
free fight of fuch fports was taken away 
by covetous defires ; yet the people (who 
are delighted with fuch novelties and 
paftimes) made great refort, paid largely 
and highly applauded their doings, in- 
fomuch that the A6lors, by continual 
ufe, grew not only excellent but rich 
and infolent. Amongft whom in the 
days of Tully one Rofcius grew to be of 
fuch exquifite perfe6lion in his faculty, 
that he offered to contend with the 
orators of that time in gefture, as they 
did in eloquence ; boafting that he could 



exprefs a paffion in as many fundry 
aftions as Tully could difcourfe it in 
variety of phrafes : yea, fo proud he 
grew by the daily applaufe of people, 
that he looked for honour and reverence 
to be done him in the llreets : w^hich 
felf-conceit when Tully entered into 
with a piercing inlight, he quipped at in 
this manner. 

It chanced that Rofcius and he met 
at a dinner, both guefts unto Archias 
the poet, where the proud Comedian 
dared to make comparifon with Tully ; 
which infolency made the learned orator 
to grow into thefe terms : 'Why, Rofcius, 
art thou proud with ^fop's crow, being 
pranked with the glory of other's 
feathers ? Of thyfelf thou canft fay noth- 
ing, and if the cobler hath taught thee 
to say Ave Ccefar, difdain not thy tutor 
becaufe thou prateft in a king's chamber. 
What fentence thou uttereft on the 
ftage, flows from the cenfure of our 
wits, and what fentence or conceit of 
the invention the people applaud for 
excellent, that comes from the fecrets 
of our knowledge. I grant your action, 
though it be a kind of mechanical 
labour, yet well done 'tis worthy of 



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pralfe ; but you worthlefs, if for fo 
fmall a toy you wax proud.' 

At this Rofcius waxed red and be- 
wrayed his imperfe6lion with filence ; 
but this check of Tully could not keep 
others from the blemilh of that fault, 
for it grew to a general vice amongft 
the Aftors, to excell in pride as they 
did exceed in excellence, and to brave it 
in the ftreets as they brag it on the flage : 
fo that they revelled it in Rome in fuch 
coflly robes, that they feemed rather 
men of great patrimony than fuch as 
lived by the favour of the people. 
Which Publius Servilius very well 
noted ; for he, being the fon of a 
fenator and a man very valiant, met on 
a day with a player in the ftreets richly 
apparelled, who fo far forgat himfelf 
that he took the wall of the young 
nobleman ; which Servilius taking in 
difdain, counterchecked with this frump: 
* My friend (quoth he), be not fo brag of 
thy filken robes, for I faw them but 
yefterday make a great fhow in a broker's 
ftiop.' At this the one was afhamed and 
the other fmiled, and they which heard 
the quip laughed at the folly of the one 
and the wit of the other. Thus, fir, 



have you heard my opinion briefly of 
plays, that Menander devifed them for 
the fupprefling of vanities : neceffary in 
a Commonwealth, as long as they are 
ufed in their right kind ; the play- 
makers worthy of honour for their art, 
and players, men deferving both praife 
and profit as long as they wax neither 
covetous nor infolent. (' Never too Late ' 
[1590], viii., pp. 131-133.) 



ENGLISH PLATER, 

Roberto [ = Robert Greene] wonder- 
ing to hear fuch good words, for that 
this golden age affords few that efteem 
of virtue ; returned him thankful gratu- 
lations, and (urged by neceffity) uttered 
his prefent '"grief, befeeching his advice 
how he might be employed. Why, 
ealily, quoth he, and greatly to your 
benefit ; for men of my profeffion get 
by fcholars their whole living. What 
is your profeffion ? faid Roberto. Truly, 
fir, faid he, I am a Player. A player, 
quoth Roberto, I took you rather for a 
gentleman of great living, for if by out- 
ward habit men ihould be cenfured 



Green Pastures, 



[ = judged], I tell you, you would be 
taken for a fubftantial man. So am I 
where J dwell (quoth the Player), re- 
puted able at my proper coft to build a 
windmill. What though the world once 
went hard with me, when I was fain 
to carry my playing fardle [ = bundle] 
a-footback. Tempora mutantur, I know 
you know the meaning of it better than 
I, but I thus conllrue it. It is other- 
wife now ; for my very Ihare in playing 
apparell will not be fold for two hundred 
pounds. Truly, faid Roberto, it is 
ftrange, that you ihould fo profper in 
that vain praftice, for that it feems to 
me your voice is nothing gracious. 
Nay, then, faid the Player, I miflike 
your judgment : why, I am as famous 
for Delphrigus and the king of Fairies 
as ever was any of my time. The 
twelve labours of Hercules have I 
terribly thundered on the ftage and 
placed three fcenes of the devil on the 
highway to heaven. Have ye fo ? (faid 
Roberto), then I pray you pardon 
me. Nay, more (quoth the Player), I 
can ferve to make a pretty fpeech, for T 
was a country Author, paffing at a moral, 
for it was I that penned the moral of 



Good Advices. 



man's wit, the Dialogue of Dives, and 
for feven years' fpace was abfolute 
nterpreter of the puppets. But now 
my almanac is out of date. 

The people make no estimation 
Of Morals teaching education. 

Was not this pretty for a plain rhyme 
xtempore ? If ye will ye fhall have 
niore. (* Groat's-worth of Wit' [i 592], 
di., pp. 130-132.) 

GOOD JD VICES. 

The Farewell of a Friend. 

1. Let God's worfhip be thy morn- 
ng's work, and His wifdom the direftion 
)f thy day's labour. 

2. Rife not without thanks, nor fleep 
lot without repentance. 

3. Choofe but a few friends, and try 
:hofe ; for the flatterer fpeaks faireft. 

4. If thy wife be wife, make her thy 
ecretary, elfe lock thy thoughts in thy 
leart, for women are feldom filent. 

5. If fhe be fair, be not jealous ; for 
ufpicion cures not women's follies. 



lo Green Pastures, 



6. If fhe be wife wrong her not : for 
if thou loveft others fhe will loath thee. 

7. Let thy children's nurture be their 
richell portion ; for wifdom is more 
precious than wealth. 

8. Be not proud amongft thy poor 
neighbours : for a poor man's hate is 
perilous. 

9. Nor too familiar with great men ; 
for prefumption wins difdain. 

10. Neither be too prodigal in thy 
fare, nor die not indebted to thy belly, 
but enough is a feaft. 

11. Be not envious, left thou fall in 
thine own thoughts. 

12. Ufe patience, mirth and quiet j 
for care is enemy to health. 

(* Never too Late' [1590], viii., 
pp. 168, 169.) 

TO rOUNG MEN. 
A young man led on by felf-will 
(having the reins of liberty in his own 
hand) forfeeth not the ruth of folly, but 
aimeth at prefent pleafures : for he gives 
himfelf up to delight, and thinketh 
everything good, honeft, lawful, and 



'To Young Men. 1 1 

virtuous, that iitteth for the content of 
his lafcivious humour. He forfeeth 
jnot that fuch as climb haftily fall fud- 
denly ; that bees have flings as well as 
honey ; that vices have ill ends as well 
fweet beginnings. And whereof 
grows this heedlefs life, but of felf- 
conceit, thinking the good counfel of 
age is dotage ; that the advice of friends 
proceeds of envy, and not of love ; that 
when their fathers correal them for 
their faults, they hate them : whereas 
When the black ox hath trod on their 
feet and the crow's foot is feen in their 
eyes, then, touched with the feeling of 
their own folly, they figh out, * Had I 
win !' when repentance cometh too late. 
Or like as wax is ready to receive every 
new form that is ftamped into it, fo is 
youth apt to admit of every vice that is 
objedled unto it, and in young years 
wanton defires is chiefly predominate, 
fpecially the two ringleaders of all 
other mifchiefs, namely, pride and 
whoredom. Thefe are the Syrens that 
with their enchanting melodies draw 
:hem on to utter confufion. . . . [There- 
ore bethink. . . .] (' Repentance ' 
1592], xii., pp. 157, 158.) 



12 Green Pastures. 



UNFENERABLE OLD AGE, 

Thefe two patterns of unrighteouf- 
nefs and mirrors of mifchief, had under 
the pens of a dove covered the heart of 
a kite, under their fheeps' fkins hidden 
the bloody nature of a wolf; thinking 
under the fhadow of their grey hairs to 
cover the fubftance of their treacherous 
minds ; in a painted Iheath to hide a 
rufty blade ; in a filver bell a leaden 
clapper, and in their aged complexion 
moft youthful concupifcence, hoping 
their hoary hairs would keep them 
without blame and their grey heads 
without fufpicion. Indeed, age is a 
crown of glory when it is adorned with 
righteoufnefs, but the dregs of difhonour 
when it is mingled with mifchief. For 
honourable age confifteth not in the 
term of years, nor is not meafured by 
the date of a man's days, but godly 
wifdom is the grey hair and an un- 
defiled life is old age. The herb 
Grace, the older it is the ranker fmell 
it hath, the Sea-liar is moft black being 
old, the older the eagle is the more 
crooked is her bill, and the more age 



Jpophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

in wicked men the more unrighteous, 
f Mirror of Modefty' [1584], iii., pp. 
II, 12.) 



APOPHTHEGMS AND AP'I 
SATINGS. 

It is vain to water the plant when 
the root is dead. (* Morando,' iii., p. 

5+-) 

I count liking without law no love 

but lull. {liid., p. 59.) 

It is hard ... to hide Vulcan's polt 

foot with pulling on a ftraight Ihoe. 

{jMJ.y p. 60.) 

He who yieldeth himfelf as a flave to 
love bindeth himfelf in fetters of gold, 
and if his fuit have good fuccefs, yet he 
leadeth his life in glillering mifery. 
\{nU, p. 86.) 

A word millaken is half a challenge. 
j(/^zV., p. 127.) 

When the boar layeth down his 
ibriftles then he meaneth to ftrike. 
('Anatomy of Fortune/ iii., p. 183.) 

The Painter cafteth his faireft colour 
over the foulefl: board. (Ibid.) 

Fortune, yea, fortune, in favouring 



14 Green Pastures, 



me hath made me moft infortunate. 
{Ibid., p. 184.) 

The lapwing [ = peewit] cries fartheft 
ofF from her neft. (' Tritameron,' ill., 
p. 78.) \Cf. * Meafure for Meafure/ 
I., iv., 32 ; ' Comedy of Errors/ IV., ii., 

27.-G.] 

[Follow] the example of the in- 
duftrious and painful [ = painftaking] 
bee, which draweth honey out of flowers 
and hurteth not the fruit. {Ibid., p. 153.) 
[So George Herbert finely : 

* Rain, do not hurt my flowers, but gently 

spend 
Your honey-drops ; press not to smell them, 
bee.'— G.] 

Rather love by ear than like by the 
eye. (' Mirror,' ill., p. 10.) 

A fure truth . . . needs no fubtle 
glofs. {Ibid., p. 60.) 

['Tis] to pull on Hercules' hofe on a 
child's foot. {Ibid., p. 68.) 

'Tis an ill flaw [ = fl:orm-wind] that 
bringeth up no wreck . . . and a bad 
wind that breedeth no man's profit. 
{Ibid., p. 84.) 

I think of lovers as Diogenes did of 
dancers, who, being alked how he liked 



..1. 



Apphthegms and Apt Sayings, 

them, anfwered, The better the worfe. 
{Ibid., p. 88.) [So Dr. Johnfon of an 
intricate and difficult mufical compoli- 
tion, * I wifti it had been fo difficult as 
to be impoffible.* — G.] 

Finding, with Scipio, that he was 
never lefs alone than when he was 
alone. {Ibid., p. 114.) [Made im- 
mortal by Childe Harold. — G.] 

Wilt thou fhrink for an April fhower ? 
{Ibid., p. 214.) 

That which is ealily begun is not 
always lightly ended. (' Debate,' iv., 
p. 198.) 

Stars are to be looked at with the 
eye, not reached at with the hand. 
('Doraftus,* iv., p. 285.) 

My white hairs are blofToms for the 
grave. {Ibid., p. 271.) [Percy, in his 
*Reliques' (ii., 177, ed, 1812), quotes 
the following as part of an old fong on 
the ftory of the Beggar of Bethnal 
Green : 

* The reverend lockes in comelye curies did 

wave, 
And on his aged temples grewe the blossoms 
of the grave.* 

Qy. the * old faying ' by Greene ? — G.] 



1 6 Green Pastures. 



The four bud will never be the fweet 
bloffom. {' Card,' iv., p. 15.) 

She that is won with a word will be 
loft with a wind. [Ibid., p. 56.) 

Make a virtue of neceffity. {Ibid., 
p. 60.) 

Too much familiarity breeds con- 
tempt. {Ibid., p. 102.) 

I dare not infer comparifons becaufe 
they be odious. {Ibid., p. 149.) 

Adultery fhall fly in the air, and thy 
known virtues fliall lie hid in the earth. 
('Doraftus,' iv,, p. 250.) [Ennobled by 
Shakefpeare into : 

' The evil that men do lives after them, 
The good is oft interred with their bones.' 

('Julius C^sar,' II., x., 2.)— G.] 

They went like fhadows, not men. 
{Ibid., p. 262.) 

Falls come not by fitting low, but by 
climbing too high. {Ibid., p. 285.) 

A woman's fault, to fpurn at that with 
her foot which flie greedily catcheth at 
with her hand. {Ibid., p. 285.) 

Neceffity hath no law. {Ibid., p. 
294.) 

Like the porcupine, who, coveting 
to ftrike others with her pens, leaveth 






Apophthegms and Apt Sayings, 1 7 



herfelf void of any defence. (* Planeto- 
machia,' v., p. 97.) [Even Shakefpeare 
believed in the ' pen-propelling porcu- 
pine/ e.g.., * Henry VI.,' III., i., 363 ; 
' Troilus,' II., i., 27.— G.] 

Is thy fancy fo fickle as every face 
muft be viewed with aiFeftion ? Fond 
man, think this, that the poor man 
maketh as great account of his wife as 
the greateft monarch in the world doth 
of an emprefs ; that honefty harbours as 
foon in a cottage as in the Court. 
(* Penelope's Web,' v., p. 205.) 

For all the crack my penny may be 
good lilver. {Ibid., p. 233.) 

Fair promifes and fmall performance. 
(' Planetomachia,' v., p. 43.) 

More foon come than welcome. 
[Ibid., p. jj.) 

Cats' half-waking winks are but trains 
[ = fnares] to entrap the moufe. {Ibid., 
p. 84.) 

Better to truft an open enemy than a 
reconciled friend. [Ibid.^ p. 90.) 

The longeft fummer's day hath his 
evening. {Ibid., p. 129.) 

Nothing is evil that is neceffary. 
('Penelope's Web,' v., p. 178.) [ = all 
that is is right. — G.] 



Green Pastures, 



My profeflion is your trade. (* Mena- 
phon,' vi., p. 120.) 

How happy are we that eat to live 
and live not to eat. (* Perimedes,' vii., 

p. 21.) 

The fox had his Ikin pulled over his 
ears for prying into the lion's den : poor 
men Ihould look no higher than their 
feet, left in flaring at ftars they ftumble. 
{Ibid.f p. 22.) 

Venus, I grant, hath a wrinkle in her 
brow, but two dimples in her cheeks. 
{Ibid.^ p. 69.) 

Words have wings, and once let flip 
can never be recalled. (* Royal Ex- 
change,' vii., p. 232.) 

Poorly content is better than richly 
covetous. (* Perimedes,' vii., p. 60.) 

A woman, and therefore to be won. 
(Ibid., p. 68.) 

Love beginneth in gold and endeth 
in beggary. (* Never too Late,' viii., 
p. 36.) 

Such as marry but to a fair face tie 
themfelves oft to a foul bargain. (Ibid.) 

Faireft bloflbms are foonefl nipped 
with froft. {Ibid., p. 71.) 

A friend to [whom] to reveal is a 
medicine to relieve. {Ibid., p. 85.) 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

A woman's heart and her tongue are 
not relatives. [Ibid., p. 90.) 

She found that all his corn was on 
the floor. (Ibid.^ p. 102.) 

To bed with the bee and up with the 
lark. {Ibid., p. 124.) 

The crow thinks her fowls the faireft. 
{Ibid., p. 186.) [A play on ' foul.'] 

In many words lieth miftruft, and in 
painted fpeech deceit is often covered. 
(^ Metamorphofis,' ix., 73.) 

May not a woman look but fhe mull 
love? {Ibid., p. 83.) 

Making a woman's relillance. {Ibid., 
p. 104.) 

Truft not him that fmiles. (^ Mourn- 
ing Garment' [1590], ix., p. 138. [Cf. 
* Hamlet,' i., 5 : ' Smile, and fmile, and 
be a villain.' — G.] 

Hunger needs no fauce and thirft 
turns water into wine. {Ibid., p. 145.) 

Ah, father, had I reverenced my God 
as I honoured my goddefs ! {Ibid., p. 
207.)— G. [Cf. * Henry VIII.,' iii., 2.] 

Parrots fpeak not what they think. 
(* Farewell,' p. 246.) 

Bring not contempt to fuch a royal 
dignity by too much familiarity. {Ibid., 
p. 258.) 



20 



Green Pastures. 



The ploughman hath more eafe than 
a king. {Ibid., p. 277.) 

We have as much health with feeding 
on the brown loaf as a prince hath with 
all his delicates, and I ileal more fweet 
naps in the chimney corner in a week 
than God fave his majefty ! (^Ibid.) 

You may fmell their pride by their 
perfumes. {Ibid., p. 285.) 

Love filleth not the hand with pelf, 
but the eye with pleafure. {Ibid., p. 300.) 

It is not riches to have much, but to 
defire little. {Ibid., p. 309.) 

Drink me as dry as a iieve. (' Life and 
Death of Ned Browne,' xi., p. 30.) 

Envy creepeth not fo low as cottages. 
(* Philomela,' xi., p. 176.) 

Acquaint not thyfelf with many, left 
thou fall into the hands of flatterers. 
{Ibid.) 

Courteous to all, but converfe with 
few. {Ibid.) 

Truth is the daughter of Time. 
{Ibid, p. 189.) 

Time hatch eth truth. {Ibid., p. 197.) 

The tailor fews with hot needle and 
burnt thread. {Ibid., p. 238.) 

Will is above Ikill. (' Orpharion,' xii., 
p. 5.) 



Apophthegms and Apt Sayings. 

Pierced by Achilles' lance muft be 
healed by his fpear. {Ibid., p. 9.) 

Buy fmoke with many perils and 
dangers. {Ibid,, p. 10.) 

Reap many kiffes and little love, 
(/^/^p. 17.) 

Ay, quench fire with flax. {Ibid., 

p. 39-) 

He never played in jell. {Ibid,, p. 

58.). 

King's words may not offend. {Ibid., 
p. 72.) 

Like the pace of a crab, backward. 

{ibid^^.TS') 

We are only overcome, not vanquifhed. 
{Ibid., p. 88.) 

Once get into the bone, it will Hep 
into the flefh. ('Repentance,' xii., p. 

1 59-) 

Blamed, but never afliamed. (* Vifion,' 
xii., p. 248.) 

Aflc counfel of your pillow. {Ibid., 
p. 265.) 
The biggeft limbs have not the ftouteft 

hearts (1. 1091). 
Empty veffels have the loudeft founds, 
And cowards prattle more than men of 
worth (11. iioi, 1 102). 

('The Pinner of Wakefield' [1599].) 



22 Green Pastures, 

O, Sir, I love the fruit that treafon brings, 
But thofe that are the traitors, them I 
hate. 

(' Selinus,' 11. 1259, 1260.) 

* White-wing'd victory fits on our fwords * 

(1. 1585). 

* Caft to compafs it 
Without delay, or long procraftination ; 
It argueth an unmatured wit 
When all is ready for fo ftrong invafion 
To draw out time ; an unlook'd-for 

mutation 
May foon prevent us if we do delay : 
Quick fpeed is good, where wifdom 
leads the way. 

{Ibid., 11. 307-313.) 
But friends are men, and love can baffle 

lords : 
The earl both woos and courts her for 
himfelf. 

(* Friar Bacon,' 11. 639, 640). 
Pity me, though I be a farmer's fon, 
And meafure not my riches, but my love. 
{Uid., 11. 764, 765.) 
Love's foolifh looks 
Think footfteps miles and minutes to be 
hours. 

{Ibid., 11. 1 155, 1 1 56.) 



Old folk are twice children. (* Mam- 
illia,' ii., p. 50.) [Robert Ferguffon, 
precurfor of Robert Burns, felicitoufly 
puts it in his ' Farmer's Ingle ' — proto- 
type of the 'Cottar's Saturday Night': 

*The mind's aye cradled when the grave is 
near.'— G.] 

They feek others where they have 
been hid themfelves. {Ibid., p. 16.) 

He that cannot diflemble cannot live. 
{Ibid., p. 19.) 

A young faint, an old devil. {Ibia., 
p. 25.) [A long-lived lie, flander and 
fneer combined. — G.] 

One forecaft is worth two after. 
{Ibid., p. 26.) 

Killed her with kindnefs. {Ibid.) 

Two might bell keep counfel where 
one was away. {Ibid., p. 30.) 

It is a foul bird that defiles its own 
neft. {Ibid., p. 31.) [But it is only 
its own neft that it can well defile. — G.J 

The beft clerks are not ever the wifeft 
men. {Ibid., p. 34.) 

The fox will eat no grapes. {Ibid., 
p. 52.) 

Love makes all men orators. {Ibid., 
P- 57-) 



24 Green Pastures, 



One tale is always good until another 
is told. {Ibid.f p. 222.) 

Pull hair from a bald man's head. 
{Ibid.^ p. 225.) 

ALLITERATION. 

Reject not him fo rigoroufly which 
refpe6leth you fo reverently ; loath him 
not fo hatefully which loveth you fo 
heartily, nor repay not his dutiful amity 
with fuch deadly enmity. ('Card of 
Fancy' [1587], iv., p. 113.) 

To hope ftill, I fee is but to heap 
woe upon wretchedness, and care upon 
calamity. Yet, madam, thus much I 
will fay, that Dido, Queen of Carthage, 
loved ^neas, a banilhed exile and a 
ftraggling ftranger. Euphinia, daughter 
to the King of Corinth, and heir- 
apparent to his crown, who for her 
feature [ = perfon] was famous through- 
out all the Ball countries, vouchfafed to 
apply a fovereign plafter to the furious 
paffions of Acharifto, her father's bond- 
man. The Duchefs of Malfy chofe for 
her hufband her fervant Ulrico ; and 



1 



Alliteration. 



Venus, who for furpafling beauty was 
canonized for a goddefs, difdained not 
the love of limping Vulcan. They, 
madam, refpefted the men, and not their 
money ; their wills, and not their wealth ; 
their love, not their livings ; their con- 
flancy, not their coin ; their perfon, not 
their parentage ; and the inward virtue, 
not the outward value. But you are fo 
addifted to the opinion of Danae, that 
unlefs Jupiter himfelf be fhrouded in 
your lap, under the Ihape of a fhower 
of gold, he Ihall have the repulfe for all 
his deity. (/-^/V., p. 119.) 



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J NOBLE HEAD— FRIAR 
BACON. 

Vandermaji. Lordly thou lookeft, as if 
that thou wert learn'd ; 
Thy countenance, as if fcience held 

her feat 
Between the circled arches of thy 
brows. 
('Friar Bacon,' vol. xiii.,11. 1297-99.) 



26 



Green Pastures. 



FRIJR BACON. 

Seeing you come as friends unto the friar, 
Refolve you do6lors, Bacon can by books 
Make ftorming Boreas thunder from his 

cave, 
And dim fair Luna to a dark eclipfe. 
The great arch-ruler, potentate of Hell, 
Trembles, when Bacon bids him, or his 

fiends, 
Bow to the force of his pentageron. 
What Art can work, the frolic friar 

knows ; 
And therefore will I turn my magic 

books. 
And ftrain out necromancy to the deep : 
I have contriv'd and fram'd a head of 

brafs 
(I made Belcephon hammer out the 

fluff). 
And that by Art fhall read philofophy. 
And I will ftrengthen England by my 

fkill. 
That if ten Caesars lived and reign'd in 

Rome, 
With all the legions Europe doth contain, 
They fhould not touch a grafs of Englilh 

ground ; 



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Beauty — A Song, 



27 



The work that Ninus rear'd at Babylon, 
The brazen walls fram'd by Semiramis, 
Carv'd out like to the portal of the fun ; 
Shall not be fuch as rings the Englifh 

ftrand, 
From Dover to the market-place of Rye. 
(* Friar Bacon,' xiii., pp. 16, 17.) 



BEAVTT—A SONG. 

Beauty, alas ! where waft thou born, 
Thus to hold thyfelf in fcorn ? 
When as Beauty kifT'd to woo thee. 
Thou by Beauty doft undo me, 

Heigho, defpife me not. 
I and thou, in footh are one, 
Faireft thou, ay fairer none ; 
Wanton thou, and wilt thou wanton. 
Yield a cruel heart to pant on ? 
Do me right, and do me reafon, 
Cruelty is curfed treafon : 

Heigho, I love ; heigho, I love ! 

Heigho ; and yet he eyes me not. 
(* A Looking-glafs for London and Eng- 
land' [1594], xiv., 74, 75.) 



2 8 Green Pastures, 



BOHEMIA— SHAKESPEARE 
ILLUSTRATION. 

It fb happened that Egiflus, King of 
Sicily, who in his youth had been brought 
up with Pandofto, defirous to jQiow that 
neither traft of time, nor diftance of 
place, could diminilh their former friend- 
Ihip, provided a navy of ihips dinA failed 
into Bohemia to vilit his old friend and 
companion . . . ('Hiftory of Doraftus 
and Fawnia' [1588], iv., p. 235). [Every- 
one knows Shakefpeare's kindred flip in 
* Winter's Tale' ; but this 19th century 
could fliow juft as great geographical 
blunders, e.g., about Africa and India, 
etc., etc. Cf. alfo note in Works, vol. 
v., pp. 304, 305, as bearing on Shake- 
fpeare's alleged 'fmall Latin and lefs 
Greek.'— G.] 



CHASTITT—AN ODE, 

What is love once difgraced ? 
But a wanton thought ill placed. 
Which doth blemifh whom it paineth. 
And diftionours whom it deigneth. 



1 



Chastity- — An Ode. 



29 



Seen in higher powers moft. 

Though fome fools do fondly boaft 

That whofo is high of kin 

Sandlifies his lover's iin. 

Jove could not hide lo's fcape, 

Nor conceal Califto's rape. 

Both did fault, and both were famed, 

Light of loves v^rhom luft had fhamed. 

Let not w^omen trull to men. 

They can flatter now and then. 
And tell them many wanton tales, 
Which do breed their after bales. 

Sin in kings is fln we fee, 
And greater fm, 'caufe great of 'gree. 
Majus peccatum, this I read, 
If he be high that doth the deed. 
Mars for all his deity 
Could not Venus dignify. 
But Vulcan trapp'd her, and her blame, 
' Was puniflied with an open fhame. 
All the gods laugh'd them to fcorn. 
For dubbing Vulcan with the horn. 
j V/hereon may a woman boaft. 
If her chaftity be loft ? 
Shame awaiteth upon her face, 
Blulhing cheeks and foul difgrace : 
Report will blab, this is ihe 
;That with her lufts wins infamy. 
If lufting love be fo difgrac'd, 



30 



Green Pastures, 



Die before you live unchafte. 
For better die with honeft fame, 
Than lead a wanton life with fhame ! 
(* Philomela ' [1592], xi., pp. 178, 179.) 



COMEDT* 

Enter the Clown and his crew of Ruffians ^ 
to go to drink. 

Firfi Ruffian. Come on, Smith, thou 
fhalt be one of the crew, becaufe thou 
knoweft where the beft ale in the town is. 

Adam [the blackfmith's man]. Come 
on, in faith, my colts : I have left my 
Mailer ftriking of a heat, and Hole away, 
becaufe I would keep you company. 

Clozun. Why, what, fhall we have this 
paltry Smith with us ? 

Adam. Paltry Smith ? Why, you in- 
carnative knave, what are you that you 
fpeak petty treafon againft the fmith's 
trade ? 

Clown. Why, flave, I am a gentleman 
of Niniveh ? 

* These are examples of Green's remarkable 
comic vein. — G. 



Comedy, 

Adam. A gentleman ? Good Sir, I 
remember you well, and all your pro- 
genitors : your father bare office in our 
town ; an honeft man he was, and in 
great difcredit in the parilh, for they 
bellowed two fquire's livings on him ; 
the one was on working- days, and then 
he kept the town ftage, and on holidays 
they made him the Sexton's man, for he 
whipped dogs out of the church. Alas, 
Sir, your father, — why, Sir, methinks I 
fee the gentleman ftill : a proper youth 
he was, faith, aged forne forty and ten ; 
his beard rat's colour, half black, half 
white ; his nofe was in the higheft de- 
gree of nofes, it was nofe autem glorificafn, 
fo fet with rubies that after his death it 
fhould have been nailed up in Copper- 
fmith's Hall for a monument : well, Sir, 
T was beholding to your good father, 
for he was the firft man that ever in- 
ftrufted me in the myftery of a pot of 
ale. 

Secofid Ruffian. Well faid. Smith ; that 
crofTed him over the thumbs. 

Clown. Villain, were it not that we 
go to be merry, my rapier fhould pre- 
fently quit thy opprobrious terms. 

Adam. O, Peter, Peter, put up thy 



31 



32 Green Pastures, 



fword, I prithee heartily, into thy fcab- 
bard, hold in your rapier ; for though I 
have not a long reacher, I have a fhort 
hitter. — Nay then, gentlemen, ftay me, 
for my choler begins to rife againft him ; 
for mark the words, *a paltry fmith/ 
Oh, horrible fentence : thou haft in thefe 
words, I will ftand to it, libelled againft 
all the found horfes, whole horfes, fore 
horfes, courfers, curtails, jades, cuts, 
hackneys, and mares ; whereupon, my 
friend, in their defence, T give thee this 
curfe, — thou Ihalt not be worth a horfe 
of thine own this feven year. 

Clown. Ay, prithee fmith, is your 
occupation fo excellent ? 

Adam. 'K paltry fmith'? Why, I'll 
ftand to it, a fmith is lord of the four 
elements ; for our iron is made of the 
earth, our bellows blow out air, our floor 
holds fire, and our forge water. Nay, 
Sir, we read in the Chronicles that there 
was a god of our occupation. 

Clown. Ay, but he was a cuckold. 

Adam. That was the reafon. Sir, he 
called your father coufin. 'Paltry 
fmith ' ? why, in this one word thou haft 
defaced their worfliipful occupation. 

Clown. As how ? 



Comedy, 



Adam. Marry, Sir, I will fland to it, 
that a fmith in his kind is a phyfician, 
a furgeon, and a barber. For let a 
horfe take a cold, or be troubled with 
the botts, and we firaight give him a 
potion or a purgation, in fuch phyfical 
manner that he mends ftraight : if he 
have outward difeafes, as the fpavin, 
fplent, ring-bone, wind-gall, or farcin^ 
or, Sir, a galled back, we let him blood 
and clap a plafter to him with a pefli- 
lence, that mends him with a very 
vengeance : now, if his mane grow out 
of order, and he have any rebellious 
hairs, we ftraight to our fhears and trim 
him with what cut it pleafe us, pick his 
ears, and make him neat. Marry, in- 
deed, Sir, we are flovens for one thing ; 
we never ufe any mufk-balls to wafh 
him with, and the reafon. Sir, becaufe 
he can woe"^ without kiffing. 

Clozvn, Well, firrha, leave off thefe 
praifes of a fmith, and bring us to the 
beft ale in the town. 

Adam. Now, Sir, I have a feat above 
all the fmiths in Niniveh ; for, Sir, I 
am a philofopher that can difpute of the 
nature of ale ; for mark you. Sir, a pot 

* =play on ' woo.' — G. 



34 Green Pastures, 



of ale confifls of four parts, — Imprimis 
the ale, the toaft, the ginger, and the 
nutmeg. 

Clown. Excellent. 

Adam. The ale is a reftorative, bread 
is a binder ; mark you, Sir, two excel- 
lent points in phylic : the ginger, oh, 
'ware of that : the philofophers have 
written of the nature of ginger, 'tis ex- 
pulfitive in two degrees : you Ihall h^ar 
the fentence of Galen : 

' // will make a man belch^ cough ^ and — , 
And is a great comfort to the heart ': 

a proper polie, I promife you : but now 
to the noble virtue of nutmeg : it is, 
saith one ballad, (I think an Englifh 
Roman was the author,) an underlayer 
to the brains, for when the ale gives a 
buffet to the head, oh, the nutmeg that 
keeps him for a while in temper. Thus 
you fee the defcription of the virtue of 
a pot of ale. Now, Sir, to put my 
phylical precepts in praftice, follow me : 
but afore I ftep any further 

Clown. What's the matter now ? 

Adam. Why, feeing I have provided 
the ale, who is the purveyor for the 
wenches ? for, mailers, take this of me. 



Comedy. 

a cup of ale without a wench, why, 
alas ! 'tis like an egg without fait, or a 
red herring without muflard ! 

Clown, Lead us to the ale : we'll have 
wenches enough, I warrant thee. 

\_Exeunt. 
(* A Looking-glafs for London and Eng- 
land' [1594], xiv., 15-20.) 

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An Onward Scene. 
Enters Adam, the Clown. 

Adam. This way he is, and here will 
I fpeak with him. 

Lord. Fellow, whither preiTeth thou ? 

Adam. I prefs nobody. Sir ; I am 
going to fpeak with a friend of mine. 

Lord. Why, flave, there is none but 
the king and his viceroys. 

Adam. The king ? Marry, Sir, he is 
the man I would fpeak withal. 

Lord. Why, calleft him a friend of 
thine ? 

Adam. Ay, marry do I, Sir ; for if he 
be not my friend, I'll make him my 
friend ere he and I pafs. 



3^ Green Pastures, 

Lord. Away, vaffal, begone, thou 
fpeak unto the king ! 

Adajn. Ay, marry, will I, Sir ; and if he 
were a king of velvet, I will talk to him. 

Rafni (the king). What's the matter 
there ? what noife is that ? 

Adam. A boon, my liege ! a boon, my 
liege ! 

Rafni. What is it that great Rafni will 
not grant. 
This day, unto the meaneft of his land, 
In honour of his beauteous Alvida ? 
Come hither, fwain ; what is it that thou 
cravefl ? 

Adam. Faith, Sir, nothing but to fpeak 
a few fentences to your worfhip. 

Rafni. Say, what is it ? 

Adam. I am fure. Sir, you have heard 
of the fpirits that walk in the city here. 

Rafni. Ay, what of that ? 

Adam. Truly, Sir, I have an oration 
to tell you of one of them ; and this it is. 

Alvida (queen). Why goeft not for- 
ward with thy tale ? 

Adam. Faith, miftrefs, I feel an im- 
perfed:ion in my voice, a difeafe that 
often troubles me ; but, alas ! ealily 
mended ; a cup of ale or a cup of wine 
will ferve the turn. 



Comedy. 

Alvida. Fill him a bowl, and let him 
want no drink. 

Adam. Oh, what a precious word was 
that, *And let him want no drink.' 
\prink given to Adam.'\ Well, Sir, now 
I'll tell you forth my tale : Sir, as I 
was coming alongft the port-royal of 
Niniveh, there appeared to me a great 
devil, and as hard-favoured a devil as 
ever I faw ; nay. Sir, he was a cuckoldy 
devil, for he had horns on his head. 
This devil, mark you now, prefTeth 
upon me, and. Sir, indeed, I charged 
him with my pikeftaif ; but when that 
would not ferve, I came upon him with 
Spiritus fan^uSj — why, it had been able 
to have put Lucifer out of his wits : 
when I faw my charm would not ferve, 
I was in fuch a perplexity that six 
pennyworth of juniper would not have 
made the place fweet again. 

Alvida, Why, fellow, wert thou fo 
afraid ? 

Adam. Oh, miftrefs, had you been 
there and feen, his very fight had made 
\ you fhift a clean fmock, I promife you; 
though I were a man, and counted a 
tall fellow, yet my laundrefs called me 
flovenly knave the next day. 



38 Green Pastures. 

Rafni. A pleafant Have. — ^- Forward, 
Sir, on with thy tale. 

Jdam, Faith, Sir, but I remember a 
word that my millrefs, your bed-fellow, 
fpoke. 

Rafni. What was that, fellow ? 

Adam. Oh, Sir, a word of comfort, a 
precious word — *And let him want no 
drink.' 

Rafni. Her word is law ; and thou 
fhalt want no drink. 

\prink given to Adam. 

Adam. Then, Sir, this devil came 
upon me, and would not be perfuaded, 
but he would needs carry me to hell. 
I proffered him a cup of ale, thinking, 
becaufe he came out of fo hot a place, 
that he was thirfty ; but the devil was 
not dry, and therefore the more forry 
was I. Well, there was no remedy, but 
I muft with him to hell : and at lafl I 
call mine eye afide ; if you knew what 
I fpied you would laugh. Sir. I looked 
from top to toe, and he had no cloven 
feet. Then I ruffled up my hair, and 
fet my cap on the one fide ; and. Sir, 
grew to be a Juftice of Peace to the 
devil. At laft, in a great fume, as I am 
very choleric, and fometime fo hot in 



Comedy. 

my fuftian fumes, that no man can abide 
within twenty yards of me, I ftart up, 
and fo bombafted the devil that, Sir, he 
cried out and ran away. 

Alvida. This pleafant knave hath 
made me laugh my fill : 
Rafni, now Alvida begins her quaff, 
And drinks a full caroufe unto her king. 
Rafni. Ay, pledge, my love, as hearty 
as great Jove 
Drunk when his Juno heav'd a bowl to 

him. — 
Frolic, my lords, let all the ftandards 

walk ; 
Ply it till every man hath ta'en his load. — 
How now, firrha, what cheer? we have 
no words of you. 
Adam. Truly, Sir, I was in a brown 
fludy about my miftrefs. 

Alvida, About me ? for what ? 
Adam. Truly, miftrefs, to think what 
a golden fentence you did fpeak : all 
the philofophers in the world could not 
have faid more ;— * What, come, let him 
Want no drink.* Oh, wife fpeech ! 
Alvida. Villains, why fkink you not 
unto this fellow ? 
He makes me blyth and merry in my 
thoughts : 



40 Green Pastures, 

Heard you not that the king hath given 

command. 
That all be drunk this day within his 

Court, 
In quaffing to the health of Alvlda ? 

[Drink given to Adam. 
{Ibid., pp. 90-94.) 

Final Scene. 
Enters Adam folus, with a bottle of beer 
in one JIop [ = loofe troufers] and a 
great piece of beef in another. 

Adam. Well, goodman Jonah, I would 
you had never come from Jev/ry to this 
country ; you have made me look like a 
lean rib of roaft beef, or like the pidure 
of Lent painted upon a red herring's 
cob. Alas, mafters, we are commanded 
by the proclamation to faft and pray : 
by my troth, I could prettily fo, fo away , 
with praying ; but for falling, why 'tis 
fo contrary to my nature, that I had rather 
fuffer a fhort hanging than a long 
falling. Mark me, the words be thefe, I 
' Thou fhalt take no manner of food for 
fo many days.' I had as lieve he Ihould 
have faid, * Thou Ihalt hang thyfelf for 
fo many days.' And yet, in faith, I 



Comedy, 

need not find fault with the proclama- 
tion, for I have a buttery and a pantry, 
and a kitchen about me ; for proof Ecce 
ijignum! This right flop is my pantry ; 
behold a manchet \I)raws it out\ ; this 
place is my kitchen, for lo ! a piece of 
beef \Draws it out\ — Oh, let me repeat 
that fweet word again : for lo ! a piece 
of beef! This is my buttery, for fee, 
fee, my friends, to my great joy, a bottle 
of beer {Draws it out\ Thus, alas ! I 
make fliift to wear out this falling ; I 
drive away the time. But there go 
fearchers about to feek if any man 
breaks the king's commands. Oh, here 
they be ; in with your viftuals, Adam. 
\Puts them back into his Jlops. 

Enter two Searchers. 

Firfi Searcher. How duly the men of 
Niniveh keep the proclamation ; how 
are they armed to repentance ! We 
have fearched through the whole city, 
ind have not as yet found one that 
ore'aks the fall. 

Second Searcher. The fign of the more 
race: — but flay, here fits one, methinks, 
t his prayers ; let us fee who it is. 



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Firji Searcher. 'Tis Adam, the fmith's 
man. — How now, Adam ? 

Adam. Trouble me not ; * Thou fhalt 
take no manner of food, but fall and 
pray.' 

Firjl Searcher. How devoutly he fits 
at his orifons ; but ftay, methinks, I feel a 
fmell of fome meat or bread about him. 

Second Searcher. So thinks me too. — 
You, firrha, what viftuals have you 
about you ? 

Adam. Vidluals ! O horrible blaf- 
phemy ! Hinder me not of my prayer, 
nor drive me not into a choler. Victuals ! 
why heardeft thou not the fentence, 
* Thou fhalt take no food, but fafl and 
pray' ? 

Second Searcher. Truth, fo it fhould 
be ; but, methinks, I fmell meat about 
thee. 

Ada?n. About me, my friends ? Thefe 
words are aftions in the cafe. About 
me ? No, no ; hang thofe gluttons that 
cannot fall and pray. 

Firjl Searcher. Well, for all your 
words, we mufl fearch you. 

Adam. Search me ! Take heed what 
you do ; my hofe are my caflles ; 'tis 
burglary if you break. ope a flop: no 



officer muft lift up an Iron hatch ; take 
heed, my flops are iron. 

[They fear ch J dam. 
Second Searcher. Oh, villain, fee how 
he hath gotten vidluals, bread, beef, and 
beer, where the king commanded upon 
pain of death none Ihould eat for fo 
many days ; no, not the fucking in- 
fant. 

Adam. Alas, fir, this is nothing but a 
modicum non meet ut medicus daret ; why, 
Sir, a bit to comfort my flomach. 

Firji Searcher. Villain, thou fhalt be 
hanged for it. 

Adam. Thefe are your words, ' I fhall 
be hanged for it ;' but firfl anfwer me 
to this queftion, how many days have 
we to fafl ftill ? 

Second Searcher, Five days. 
Adam. Five days : a long time : then 
I mufl be hanged ? 

Firjl Searcher. Ay, marry, Sir, mufl 
thou. 

Adam. I am your man, I am for you, 
Sir ; for I had rather be hanged than 
bide fo long a fafl. What, five days ? 
Come, I'll untrufs. . Is your halter and 
the gallows, the ladder, and all fuch 
furniture in readinefs ? 



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Green Pastures. 



Firft Searcher. I warrant thee fhalt 
want none of thefe. 

Jdam. But, hear you, muft I be 
hanged ? 

Firjl Searcher. Ay, marry. 

Adam. And for eating of meat. Then, 
friends, know ye by thefe prefents, I 
will eat up all my meat, and drink up 
all my drink ; for it fhall never be faid 
I was hanged with an empty ftomach. 

Firji Searcher. Come away, knave j 
wilt thou ftand feeding now ? 

Adam. If you be fo hafty, hang your- 
felf an hour, while I come to you, for 
furely I will eat up my meat. 

Second Searcher. Come, let's draw him 
away perforce. 

Adam. You fay there is five days yet 
to faft, thefe are your words. 

Second Searcher. Ay, Sir. 

Adam. I am for you : come, let's 
away, and yet let me be put in the 



Chronicles. 



{Ibid., pp. 



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\Exeunt. 
105-109.) 



1 



A Contented Mind. 



J CONTENTED MIND. 



Sweet are the thoughts that favour of 

content ; 
The quiet mind is richer than a 

crown ; 
Sweet are the nights in carelefs flumber 

fpent ; 
The poor eftate fcorns Fortune's 

angry frown : 
Such fweet content, fuch minds, fuch 

fleep, fuch blifs, 
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do 

mifs. 
The homely houfe that harbours quiet 

reft; 
The cottage that aiFords no pride nor 

care ; 
The mean that 'grees with country 

mufic beft ; 
The fweet comfort of mirth and 

modeft* fare ; 

* The original has ' music's fare.' The word 
had been caught from the preceding verse. 
My venerable friend, W. J. Linton, in his 
' Rare Poems,' reads as above, and it is in- 
evitably accepted. — G. 



46 Green Pastures, 



Obfcured life fets down a type of blifs, 
A mind content both crown and king- 
dom is. 
(* Farewell to Folly' [1591], ix., pp. 
279, 280.) 



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CONTENT. 

Barmenijfds Seng, 

The cottage feated in the hollow dale, 

That Fortune never fears becaufe fo low; 

The quiet mind that Want doth fet to 
fale, 

Sleeps fafe, when prince's feats do over- 
throw ; 
Want fmiles fecure when princely 

thoughts do feel 
That Fear and Danger treads upon 
their heel. 

Blefs Fortune thou whofe frown hath 

wrought thy good ; 
Bid farewell to the crown that ends thy 

care ; 



A Country Beauty. 



The happy fates thy forrows have with- 

ftood 
By 'fygning want and poverty thy fhare ; 
For now content (fond Fortune to 

defpite) 
With patience 'lows* thee quiet and 
delight. 
(* Penelope's Web* [1587], v., p. 180.) 



A COUNTRT BEAUTY, 

Edward [Prince of Wales\ I tell thee, 
Lacy, that her fparkling eyes 
Do lighten forth fweet Love's alluring 

fire : 
And in her trelTes Ihe doth fold the 

looks 

lOf fuch as gaze upon her golden hair : 
|Her bafhful white, mixed with the 
morning's red, 
una doth boaft upon her lovely cheeks: 
'er front is Beauty's table, where Ihe 

paints 

'he glories of her gorgeous excellence : 
"er teeth are Ihelves of precious mar- 
garites, 

* allows. 



48 Green Pastures, 



Richly enclofed with ruddy coral cliffs. 

Tulh, Lacy, fhe is beauty's overmatch 

If thou furveyeft her curious imagery. 

Lacy [Ear/ of Lincoln\. I grant, my 

lord, the damfel is as fair 

As limple Suffolk's homely towns can 

yield ; 
But in the court be quainter dames than 

Ihe; 
Whofe faces are enrich'd with honour's 

taint,* 
Whofe beauties ftand upon the ftage of 

Fame, 
And vaunt their trophies in the courts 
of Love. 
Edward. Ah, Ned, but hadll thou 
watch'd her as myfelf, 
And feen the fecret beauties of the 

maid. 
Their courtly coynefs were but foolery, 
Ermjbie. Why, how watch'd you her, 

my lord ? 
Edward. When as fhe fwept like Venus 
through the houfe, 
And in her fhape faff folded up my 

thoughts ; 
Into the Milkhoufe went I with the 
maid, 

♦ tint. 



A Country Beauty, 



And there amongft the cream-bowls fhe 

did fhine. 
As Pallas 'mongft her princely huf- 

wifery ; 
She turned her fmock over her lily 

arms, 
And div'd them into milk to run her 

cheefe ; 
But whiter than the milk her cryftal 

ikin, 
Check'd with lines of azure, made her 

blufh, 
That Art or Nature durft bring for 

compare : 
Ermfbie, if thou hadft feen, as I did note 

it well, 
How beauty play'd the hufwife, how 

this girl 
Like Lucrece, laid her fingers to the 

work. 
Thou wouldft with Tarquin hazard 

Rome and all 
To win the lovely maid of Frefingfield. 
! (* Friar Bacon ' [1594], xiii., pp. 9-1 1.) 



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so 



Green Pastures, 



CRADLE SONG. 

Weep not, my wanton, fmile upon my 
knee ; 

When thou art old there's grief enough 
for thee. 
Mother's wag, pretty boy, 
Father's forrow, father's joy ; 
When thy father iirft did fee 
Such a boy by him and me. 
He was glad, I was woe ; 
Fortune changed made him fo ; 
When he left his pretty boy, 
Laft his forrow, iirft his joy. 

Weep not, my wanton, fmile upon my 
knee ; 

When thou art old there's grief enough 
for thee. 
Streaming tears that nev^er ftint. 
Like pearl-drops from a flint, 
Fell by courfe from his eyes. 
That one another's place fupplies ; 
Thus he grieved in every part, 
Tears of blood fell from his heart, 
When he left his pretty boy. 
Father's forrow, father's joy. 



Cradle Song. 



Weep not, my wanton, fmile upon my 
knee ; 

When thou art old there's grief enough 
for thee. 
The wanton fmiled, father wept. 
Mother cried, baby leapt ; 
More he crowed, more we cried. 
Nature could not forrow hide : 
He mull go, he mull kifs 
Child and mother, baby blifs j"^ 
For he left his pretty boy. 
Father's forrow, father's joy. 

Weep not, my wanton, fmile upon my 

knee ; 
When thou art old there's grief enough 

for thee. 
('Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 43, 44.) 



CUPID. 

Ida. ... I heard a fhepherd fing. 
That like a bee. Love hath a little fling: 
He lurks in flowers, he percheth on the 

trees ; 
He on king's pillows bends his pretty 
knees : 

* bless. 



52 Green Pastures, 

The boy is blind, but when he will not 

fpy 
He hath a leaded foot, and wings to fly: 
Beflirew me yet, for all thefe flrange 

efFedls 
If I would like the lad that fo infefts. 
(* James the Fourth,' xiii., p. 216.) 



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THE EAGLE AND 7HE FIT, 

When tender ewes, brought home with 
evening fun, 
Wend to their folds. 
And to their holds 
The Ihepherds trudge when light of day 
is done ; 
Upon a tree 
The Eagle, — Jove's fair bird, — did 
perch ; 
There refteth he : 
A little Fly his harbour* then- did fearch. 
And did prefume, though others laughed 

thereat, 
To perch whereas t the princely Eagle 
fat. 
* arbour or shelter-place, f whereon. 



'The Eagle and the Fly. 



The Eagle frowned, and lliook her royal 
wings, 
And charged the Fly 
From thence to hie : 
Afraid, in hafte, the little creature flings. 

Yet feeks again. 
Fearful, to perch him by the Eagle's 
fide: 
With moody vein. 
The fpeedy poll of Ganymede replied : 
* Valfal, avaunt, or with my wings you 

die : 
Is't fit an Eagle feat him with a Fly ?' 

The Fly craved pity ; Hill the Eagle 
frown'd : 
The filly Fly, 
Ready to die, 
Difgraced, difplaced, fell grovelling to 
the ground : 
The Eagle faw. 
And with a royal mind faid to the Fly, 

* Be not in awe, 
I fcorn by me the meaneft creature die ; 
Then feat thee here.' The joyful Fly 

upflings. 
And fat fafe-fhadowed with the Eagle's 

wings. 
(* Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 59, 60.) 



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Green Pastures. 



AN EPISTLE DEDICATORY."^ 

{Complete.) 

To the gentlemen readers, Health. 
Gentlemen, I dare not ftep awry from 
my wonted method, firfl to appeal to 
your favourable courtefies, which ever I 
have found (however plaufible) yet 
fmothered with a mild filence. The 
fmall pamphlets that I have thruft forth 
how you have regarded them I know 
not, but that they have been badly re- 
warded with any ill terms I never 
found ; which makes me the more bold 
to trouble you, and the more bound to 
reft yours every way, as ever I have 
done. I keep my old courfe, to palter 
up fome thing in profe, uling mine old 
pofy ftill, omne tulit punBum ; although 
lately two gentlemen poets made two 
mad-men of Rome beat it out of their 
paper bucklers ; and had it in derifion, 
for that I could not make my verfes fet 
upon the ftage in tragical bufkins, every 
word filling the mouth like the faburden 

* Greene's 'Epistles Dedicatory,' like 
Breton's and Spenser's, are all graciously and 
finely worded. — G. 



An Epistle Dedicatory, 



of Bow-Bell ; daring God out of heaven 
with that atheift Tamburlane, or blaf- 
pheming with the mad prieft of the 
fun : but let me rather openly pocket 
up the afs at Diogenes' hand, than 
wantonly fet out fuch impious inftances 
of intolerable poetry. Such mad and 
fcoffing poets, that have prophetical 
fpirits, as bred of Merlin's race, if there 
be any in England, that fet the end of 
fcholarifm in an Englifh blank verfe, I 
think either it is the humour of a novice 
that tickles them with felf-love, or too 
much frequenting the hot-houfe (to ufe 
the German proverb) hath fweat out all 
the greateft part of their wits, which 
wafte gradatim, as the Italians fay, poco 
a poco. If I fpeak darkly, gentlemen, 
and offend with this digreifion, I crave 
pardon, in that I but anfwer in print 
what they have offered on the liage. 
But leaving thefe fantaftical fcholars, as 
judging him that is not able to make 
choice of his chaffer but a peddling 
chapman, at laft to Perymedes the Black- 
fmithy who, fitting in his holiday fuit to 
enter parley with his wife, fmugged up 
in her beft apparel, I prefent to your 
favours. If he pleafe I have my defire, 



^6 Green Pastures. 



if he but pafs I fhall be glad. If neither, 
I vow to make amends in my Orpharion, 
which I promife to make you merry ■ 
with the next term : And thus refting 
on your wonted courtefies, I bid you 
farewell. Yours as ever he hath been, ■ 
— R, Greene. (' Perimedes the Black- 
fmith' [1588], vii., pp. 7-9.) 



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FANCY. 

Lamilia^s Song. 

Fie, fie on blind Fancy ! 
It hinders youth's joy ; 
Fair virgins, learn by me 
To count Love a toy. 

When Love learned firft the A B C of 

delight. 
And knew no figures nor conceited 

phrafe ; 
He fimply gave to due defert her right, 
He led not lovers in dark winding ways ; 
He plainly willed to love, or flatly 

anfwered no : 
But now who lifts to prove, fhall find it 

nothing fo. 



Fancy, 

Fie, fie, then, on Fancy ! 
It hinders youth's joy ; 
Fair virgins, learn by me 
To count Love a toy. 

For lince he learned to ufe the poet's 

pen. 
He learned likewife v^ith fmoothing 

words to feign ; 
Witching challe ears with trothlefs 

tongues of men, 
And wronged faith with falfehood and 

difdain ; 
He gives a promife now, anon he 

fweareth no : 
Who lilleth for to prove, ihall find his 
changing fo. 
Fie, fie, then, on Fancy ! 
It hinders youth's joy ; 
Fair virgins, learn by me 
To count Love a toy. 
(* The Groats'-worth of Wit bought 
with a Million of Repentance '[1592], 
xii., pp. 113, 114.) 



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58 Green Pastures. 



OLD ENGLISH FLOWERS. 

Ah, Mullidor, her face is like to a 
red and white daify growing in a green 
meadow, and thou like a bee, that 
comeft and fuckeft honey from it, and 
carriell it home to the hive with a heave 
and ho : that is as much as to fay, as 
with a head full of woes and a heart 
full of forrows and maladies. Be of 
good cheer, Mirimida laughs on thee, 
and thou knoweft a woman's fmile is as 
good to a lover as a funfhine day to a 
haymaker. She fliews thee kind looks 
and cafts many a fheep's eye at thee ; 
which fignifies that Ihe counts thee a 
man worthy to jump a match with her ; 
nay, more, Mullidor, ihe hath given thee 
a nofegay of flowers, wherein, as a top 
gallant for all the reft, is fet in rofemary 
for remembrance. Ah, Mullidor, cheer 
thyfelf, fear not. Love, and fortune 
favour lufty lads ; cowards are not friends 
to affeftion : therefore venture, for thou 
haft won her ; elfe Ihe had not given 
thee this nofegay. (' Never too Late ' 
[1590], viii., pp. 197, 198.) 



Old English Flowers, 



Thereby I faw the Batchelors' But- 
tons, whofe virtue it is to make wanton 
maidens weep when they have worn it 
forty weeks under their aprons for a 
favour. Next them grew the dif- 
fembling daify, to warn fuch light of 
love wenches not to truft every fair 
promife that fuch amorous bachelors 
make them, but [that] fweet fmells breed 
bitter repentance. Hard by grew the 
true lover's primrofe, whofe kind favour 
wilheth men to be faithful and women 
courteous. Alongft in a border grew 
maidenhair, fit for model!: maidens to 
behold and immodeft to blufh at, becaufe 
it praifeth the one for their natural 
treffes and condemneth the other for 
their beaftly and counterfeit periwigs. 
There was the gentle gilliflower, that 
wives fliould wear if they were not too 
froward ; and loyal lavender : but that 
was full of cuckoo-fpits, to fhew that 
women's light thoughts make their 
hufband's heavy heads. There were 
fweet lilies, God's plenty, which fhewed 
fair virgins need not weep for wooers, 
and ftore of balm which could cure 
ftrange wounds, only not that wound 
r/hich women receive. . . . (*A Quip 



6o Green Pastures. 

for an Upftart Courtier' [1592], xi., pp. 
218, 219.) [On the daifj cf. Ophelia 
in ' Hamlet/ IV., vi.— G.] 

THE ENGLISH FOP JND 
FLORENTINE CONTEMPOR- 
ARIES, 

In truth, quoth Farneze, I have feen 
an Englifh gentleman fo difFufed in his 
fuits, his doublet being for the wear of 
Caftile, his hofe for Venice, his hat for 
France, his cloak for Germany, that he 
feemed no way to be an Englilhman 
but by the face. And, quoth Peratio, 
to this are we Florentines almoft grown : 
for we mull have our courtefies fo 
cringed, our conges delivered with fuch 
a long accent, our fpeeches fo affefted, as 
comparing our conditions with the lives 
of our anceftors, we feem fo far to differ 
from their former eftate, that did Ovid 
live, he would make a fecond Metamor- 
phofis of our eftate. (* Farewell to 
Folly' [1591], ix., p. 253.) 



'The English Fop^ etc. 



Country Lad Full Drejfed, 

She met with a wealthy farmer's fon, 
who, handfomely decked up in his 
holiday hofe, was going very mannerly 
to be foreman in a Morice dance, and 
as near as I can guefs was thus ap- 
parelled. He was a tall, flender youth, 
clean made, with a good, indifferent 
face, having on his head a Itraw hat 
fteeple-wife, bound about with a band 
of blue buckram. He had on his father's 
bell: tawny jacket : for that this day's 
exploit flood upon his credit. He was 
in a pair of hofe of red kerfey, clofe 
truffed with a point afore ; his mother 
had lent him a new muffler for a napkin, 
and that was tied to his girdle for loofmg. 
He had a pair of harveft gloves on his 
hands, as fhewing good huibandry, and 
a pen and ink-horn at his back ; for the 
young man was a little bookijfh. His 
pumps [ = fhoes] were a -little too heavy, 
being trimmed ftart-ups made of a pair 
of boot legs tied before with two white 
leather thongs. Thus handfomely ar- 
rayed, for this was his Sunday fuit, 
he met the lady Maefia, and feeing her 
fo fair and well-formed, far paffmg 
their country maids in proportion, and 



62 Green Pastures. 

nothing differing in apparel, he Hood 
half amazed, as a man that had feen a 
creature beyond his country conceit. 
('Farewell to Folly' [1591], ix., pp. 
265, 266.) 



IDLENESS. 

The man coveting, although he were 
poor, to be counted virtuous, firll ef- 
chewed idlenefs, the moth that foreft 
and fooneil infecteth the mind with 
many mifchiefs, and applied himfelf fo \ 
to his works, being a fmith, that he 
thought no vi6tuals to have that tafte 
which were not purchafed by his own 
fweat. ('Perimedes' [1588], vii., pp. 
II, 12.) 

JEALOUSr. 

When gods had framed the fweet of 
women's face. 
And locked men's looks within their 
golden hair. 
That Phoebus blufhed to fee their match- 
lefs grace, 
And heavenly gods on earth did make 
repair. 



Jealousy, 

To quip fair Venus' overweening pride, 
Love's happy thoughts to Jealoufy were 
tied. 

Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' 
brow ; 
The amber fweet of love is turned to 
gall ; 
Gloomy was heaven ; bright Phoebus 
did avow 
He could be coy, and would not love 
at all ; 
Swearing no greater mifchief could be 

wrought 
Than love united to a jealous thought. 
('Ciceronis Amor' [1589], vii., pp. 
123, 124.) 



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KINGS. 

' Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. ' 

Bajazet, Emperor of Turkey. 

Leave me, my lords, until I call you 

forth, 
For I am heavy and difconfolate. 

\_Exit all but Bajazet. 
So, Bajazet, now thou remaineft alone, 



64 Green Pastures. 

Unrip the thoughts that harbour in thy 

breaft 
And eat thee up ; for arbiter here's none 
That may defcry the caufe of thy unreft, 
Unlefs thefe walls thy fecret thoughts 

declare : 
And princes' walls they fay unfaithful 

are. 
Why, that's the profit of great regiment,* 
That all of us are fubjedl unto fears. 
And this vain fhew and glorious intent. 
Privy fufpicion on each fcruple rears. 
Ay, though on all the world we make 

extent. 
From the South Pole unto the Northern 

Bears, 
And llretch our reign from Eaft to 

Weftern fhore. 
Yet doubt and care are with us ever- 
more. 
Look how the earth clad in her fummer's 

pride 
Embroidereth her mantle gorgeoufly 
With fragrant herbs and flowers gaily 

dyed. 
Spreading abroad her fpangled tapeftry : 
Yet under all a loathfome fnake doth 

hide. 

* government. 



Kings. 

Such is our life ; under crowns cares do 

lie. 
And fear, the fceptre ftill attends upon. 
Oh, who can take delight in kingly 

throne ? 
Public diforders joined with private 

cark ; 
Care of our friends, and of our children 

dear. 
Do tofs our lives, as waves a filly bark. 
Though we be fearlefs, 'tis not without 

fear, 
For hidden mifchief lurketh in the dark : 
And ftorms may fall, be the day ne'er fo 

clear. 
He knows not what it is to be a king 
That thinks a fceptre is a pleafant thing. 
('Selimus,' xiv., pp. 195, 196.) 



SOLILOQUr OF SELIMUS— 
USURPER AND TYRANT. 

Now, Selimus, confider who thou art ; 
Long haft thou march'd in difguif'd 

attire. 
But now unmafk thyfelf, and play thy 

part, 



66 Green Pastures, 



And manifeft the heat of thy defire ; 
Nourifh the coals of thine ambitious fire ; 
And think that then thy empire is moft 

fure, 
"When men for fear thy tyranny endure. 
Think that to thee there is no worfe 

reproach 
Than filial duty in fo high a place. 
Thou ought'ft to fet barrels of blood 

abroach, 
And feek with fword whole kingdoms to 

difplace : 
Let Mahound's* laws be locked up in 

their cafe. 
And meaner men, and of a bafer fpirit, 
In virtuous actions feek for glorious 

merit. 
I count it facrilege for to be holy. 
Or reverence this threadbare name of 

good ; 
Leave to old men and babes that kind 

of folly. 
Count it of equal value with the mud : 
Make thou a paffage for thy gufhing 

flood, 
By {laughter, treafon, or what elfe thou 

can. 
And fcorn religion ; it difgraces man. 

* Mahomet. 



Soliloquy of Selimus, etc. 

Nor pafs I what our holy votaries 
Shall here objeft againft my forward 

mind ; 

I reck not of their foolifli ceremonies, 
But mean to take my fortune as I find : 
Wifdom commands to follow tide and 

wind, 

And catch the front of fwift Occalion, 
Before Ihe be too quickly overgone : 

Some men will fay I am too impious 
Thus to lay fiege againft my father's life, 
And that I ought to follow virtuous 
And godly fons ; that virtue is a glafs 
Wherein I may my errant life behold, 
And frame myfelf by it in ancient mould. 
Good Sir, your wifdom's overflowing 
wit, 
Digs deep with Learning's wonder- 
working fpade : 
Perhaps you think that now forfooth 

you lit 
With fome grave wizard in a prattling 

fhade. 
Avaunt fuch glafses ; let themviewin me, 
The perfedl pidure of right tyranny. 

Is he my father ? why, I am his fon ; 
I owe no more to him than he to me. 



68 Green Pastures, 

But for I fee the Schoolmen are pre- 

par'd 
To plant 'gainft me their bookifh ordi- 
nance, 
I mean to ftand on a fententious guard ; 
And without any far-fetched circum- 

ftance, 
Quickly unfold mine own opinion, 
To arm my heart with Irreligion. 

When firft this circled round, this 

building fair, 
Some god took out of the confufed mafs 
(What god I do not know, nor greatly 

care) ; 
Then every man of his own 'dition was, 
And everyone his life in peace did 

pafs. 
War was not then, and riches were not 

known. 
And no man faid this, or this, is mine 

own. 
The ploughman with a furrow did not 

mark 
How far his great pofTefTions did reach ; 
The earth knew not the fhare, nor feas 

the bark. 
The foldiers enter'd not the batter'd 

breach. 
Nor trumpets the tantara loud did teach. 



Soliloquy of Selimus^ etc. 



There needed then no judge, nor yet 

no law, 
Nor any king of whom to Hand in awe. 
But after Ninus, warlike Belus' fon, 
The earth with unknown armour did 

array. 
Then firft the facred name of king begun. 
And things that were as common as the 

day. 
Did then to fet poffefTors firft obey. 
Then they eftablifh'd laws and holy rites, 
To maintain peace, and govern bloody 

fights. 
Then fome fage man, above the vulgar 

wife. 
Knowing that laws could not in quiet 

dwell, 
Unlefs they were obferv'd ; did firft 

devife 
The names of gods, religion, heaven 

and hell. 
And 'gan of pains and feign'd rewards 

to tell : 
Pains for thofe men which did negleft 

the law. 
Rewards for thofe that liv'd in quiet awe. 
Whereas indeed they were mere fiftions, 
And if they were not, Selim thinks they 

were : 



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And thefe religious obfervations, 

Only bug-bears to keep the world in 

fear, 
And make men quietly a yoke to bear. 
So that Religion of itfelf a bable,* 
Was only found to make us peaceable. 
Hence in efpecial come the foolifh names 
Of father, mother, brother, and fuch 

like : 
For whofo well his cogitation frames, 
Shall find they ferve but only for to 

ftrike 
Into our minds a certain kind of love. 
For thefe names too are but a policy 
To keep the quiet of fociety. 

Indeed, I mull confefs they are not 

bad, 
Becaufe they keep the bafer fort in fear ; 
But we, whofe mind in heavenly thoughts 

is clad ; 
Whofe body doth a glorious fpirit bear ; 
That hath no bounds, but flieth every- 
where ; 
Why fhould we feek to make that foul a 

flave,. 
To which dame Nature fo large freedom 

gave ? 
Amongil us men there is fome difference 
* bauble. 



Soliloquy of Selimus, etc. 

Of adlions, termed by us good or ill : 
As he that doth his father recompence, 
Differs from him that doth his father 

kill. 
And yet I think, think other what they 

will. 
That parricides, when death hath given 

them reft, 
Shall have as good a part as have the 

beft; 
And that's juft nothing : for as I fuppofe 
In death's void kingdom reigns eternal 

night : 
Secure of evil, and fecure of foes. 
Where nothing doth the wicked man 

affright. 
No more than him that dies in doing 

right. 
Then fmce in death nothins: ihall to us 

fall, 
Here while I live, I'll have a fnatch at 

all; 
A-nd that can never, never be attain'd 
tJnlefs old Bajazet do die the death. 
(*Selimus,' xiv., pp. 201-206.) 



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Selimus again alone — defeated. 

Shall Selim's hope be buried in the dull? 
And Bajazet triumph over his fall ? 
Then oh, thou blindful miftrefs of 

miihap, 
Chief patronefs of Rhamus'"* golden gates, 
I will advance my ftrong revenging hand, 
And pluck thee from thy ever-turning 

w^heel. 
Mars, or Minerva, Mahound, Terma- 
gant, . — . 
Or whofoe'er you are that fight 'gainft me. 
Come, and but fhow yourfelves before 

my face. 
And I will rend you all like trembling 

reeds. 
Well, Bajazet, though Fortune fmile 

on thee. 
And deck thy camp with glorious 

viftory ; 
Though Selimus now conquered by thee 
Is fain to put his fafety in fwift flight ; 
Yet fo he flies, that like an angry ram 
He'll turn more fiercely than before he 

came. 

{Ibid.,^. 218.) 

* Misprinted so for Rhamnus = Ramnusia> 
surname of Nemesis. — G. 



Jonah's Appal to London^ etc. 



JONAH'S APPEAL TO 
LONDON AND ENGLAND. 

You Iflanders, on whom the milder air 
Doth fweetly breathe the balm of kind 

increafe ; 
Whofe lands are fatt'ned with the dew 

of Heaven, 
And made more fruitful than Aftean 

plains ; 
You, whom delicious pleafures dandle 

foft; 
Whofe eyes are blinded with fecurity ; 
Unmafk yourfelves, call error clean 

alide. 
O, London, maiden of the miftrefs 

Ifle, 
Wrapt in the folds and fwathing clouts 

of fhame. 
In thee more fms than Nineveh con- 
tains : 
Contempt of God, defpite of reverend 

age, 
Negle6l of law, delire to wrong the 

poor. 
Corruption, whoredom, drunkennefs, 

and pride. 
Swollen are thy brows with impudence 

and fhame : 



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O, proud, adulterous glory of the Weft, 
Thy neighbours burn, yet doft thou fear 

no fire ; 
Thy preachers cry, yet doft thou ftop 

thine ears ; 
The 'larum rings, yet fleepeth thou 

fecure. 
London, awake, for fear the Lord do 

frown. 
I fet a looking-glafs before thine eyes, 
O turn, O turn, with weeping to the 

Lord, 
And think the prayers and virtues of 

thy Queen* 
Defers the plague which otherwife 

would fall. 
Repent, O London, left for thine offence, 
Thy fhepherd fail, whom mighty God 

preferve : 
That fhe may 'bide the pillar of the 

Church 
Againft the ftorms of Romifti anti-Chriftj 
The hand of mercy overftied her head; 
And let all faithful fubjeds say Amen. 
(* A Looking-glafs for London and Eng- 
land' [1594], xiv., pp. 112, 113.) 



Elizabeth.— G. 



Dispraise of Love. 75 



DISPRAISE OF LOVE. 

Some fay Love, 

Foolifh Love, 
' Doth rule and govern all the gods : 
I fay Love, 

Inconftant Love, 
Sets men's fenfes far at odds. 
Some fwear Love, 

Smooth-fac'd Love, 
Is fweeteft fweet that men can have : 
I fay Love, 

Sour Love, 
Makes Virtue yield as Beauty^s flave : 
A bitter fweet, a folly v^orft of all. 
That forceth Wifdom to be Folly's thrall. 

Love is fweet : 

Wherein fweet ? 
In fading pleafures that do pain. 
Beauty fweet : 

Is that fweet. 
That yieldeth forrow for a gain ? 
If Love's fweet. 

Herein fweet. 
That minutes' joys are monthly woes : 
'Tis not fweet. 

That is fweet 
Nowhere but where repentance grows : 



76 Green Pastures. 

Then love who lift, if Beauty be fo four ; 
Labour for me. Love reft in prince's 

bower. 
(* Menaphon ' [1589], vi., pp. 41, 42.) 



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LOVE { = Cupid as child). 

Fond, feigning poets make of love a god, 

And leave the laurel for the jtnyrtle- 

boughs 

When Cupid is a child not paft the rod. 

And fair Diana Daphne moft allows : 

I'll wear the bays, and call the wag a 

boy. 
And think of love but as a foolifh toy. 

Some give him bow and quiver at his 
back ; 
Some make him blind to aim without 
advice ; 
When, naked wretch, fuch feathered 
bolts he lack 
And fight he hath, but cannot wrong 
the wife ; 
For ufe but labour's weapon for defence, 
And Cupid, like a coward, flieth thence. 



Love. 

""'"Ihild" ^°""' ■"" '°"'2e calls him 

^"ifrey"'^^'' "'^^'"^ ^"'^ '''^''' ''°'y 

^° 'd'efileV''" *°"^'"' "''" ^"°'y '^^''^ 

With chafte difdain they fcorn the foolilh 
god, 

'^"^r^od"'' ^'° *"" * ''°''"°' P"** "^= 
CCiceronis Amor' [1589], Wi., p. ,36.) 

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LOVES TREACHERT.f' 

Cupid abroad was 'lated in the night. 
His wings were wet with ranging in 
the ram -, ^ 

Harbour he fought, to me he took his 
z night. 

To dry his plumes : I heard the boy 
complain -, ^ 

I oped the door, and granted his defire: 
1 rofe myfelf, and made the wag a fire. 



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Green Pastures, 



Looking more narrow by the fire's flame, 
I fpied his quiver hanging by his \ 

back : 
Doubting the boy might my misfortune 

frame, 
I would have gone for fear of further 

wrack ; 
But what I drad, did me, poor wretch, 

betide ; 
For forth he drew an arrow from his 

fide. 

He pierced the quick, and I began to 
ftart ; 
A pleafing wound, but that it was too 
high ; 
His fhaft procured a fharp yet fugared 
fmart : 
Away he flew, for why* his wings 
were dry ; 
But left the arrow flicking in my breaft, 
That fore I grieved I welcomed fuch a 
gueft. 
(' The Orpharion' [1589], xii., pp. 
73, 74-) 

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* because. 



Doron^s Description of Samel a. 



BORON'S DESCRIPTION OF 

SAMELA. 

Like to Diana in her fummer-weed, 
Girt with a crimfon robe of brighteft 
dye. 

Goes fair Samela ; 
Whiter than be the flocks that ftraggling 

feed. 
When waftied by Arethufa, faint* they 
lie. 

Is fair Samela ; 
As fair Aurora in her morning grey, 
Decked with the ruddy glifter of her 
love. 

Is fair Samela ; 
Like lovely Thetis on a calmed day, 
Whenas her brightnefs Neptune's fancy 
move. 

Shines fair Samela ; 
Her trelTes gold, her eyes like glafTy 

ftreams ; 
Her teeth are pearl, the breafts are ivory ; 
Of fair Samela ; 

* Sidney Walker plausibly proposes 'fount;' 
but ' faint ' is the undoubted reading, and 
yields an excellent sense. — G. 



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Her cheeks, like rofe and lily, yield 
forth gleams ; ! 

Her brows bright arches framed of ebony: 

Thus fair Samela 
'Paffeth fair Venus in her braveft hue, 
And Juno in the fhow of majefty : 

For fhe's Samela ; 
Pallas in wit, all three if you will view. 
For beauty, wit, and matchlefs dignity. 

Yield to Samela. 
C Menaphon ' [1589], vi., pp. 65, 66.) 



N'OSEREZ FOUS, MQN BEL 
JMIP 

Sweet Adon, dareft not glance thine 
eye, — 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? — 
Upon thy Venus that muft die ? 

Je vous en prie, pity me ; 
N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? 

See how fad thy Venus lies, — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ?— 

Love in heart, and tears in eyes ; 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 



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Woserez Vous, Mo7i Bel Ami? 8i 

N^oferez vous^ mon bel^ mon be I, 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? 

Thy face as fair as Paphos' brooks, — 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 
Wherein Fancy baits her hooks ; 

Je V0U5 en prie, pity^me ; 
N^oferez vous, mon bel,[mon bel, 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

Thy cheeks, like cherries that do grow, — 

N'oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 
Amongft the Weftern mounts^^of fnow ; 

Je vous en prie, pity me ; 
N^oferez vous, mon bel, -mon bel, 
tl oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

Thy lips vermilion, full of love, — 

iSf^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 
Thy neck as filver-white as dove ; 

Je vous en prie, pity me ; 
N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

Thine eyes, like flames of holy fires, — 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? — 
Burn all my thoughts with fvi^eet defires ; 

Je vous en prie, pity me ; 
N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami ? — 



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All thy beauties fling my heart ;— ^ 
N^oferez vous^ mon bel ami ? — 

I muft die through Cupid's dart ; 
Je VGUs en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

Wilt thou let thy Venus die ? — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 

Adon were unkind, fay I, — 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

To let fair Venus die for woe, — 
N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? — 

That doth love fweet Adon fo ; 
Je vous en prie, pity me ; 

N^oferez vous, mon bel, mon bel, 

N^oferez vous, mon bel ami? 

('Never Too Late' [1590], viii., pp. 
75. 7Q 



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Eurymachus' Fancy ^ etc. 



EURTMJCHUS' FANCY IN THE 
PRIME OF HIS JFFECTION. 

When lordly Saturn, in a fable robe. 
Sat full of frowns and mourning in the 

Weft; 
The evening ftar fcarce peeped from 

out her lodge, 
And Phoebus newly galloped to his reft ; 
Even then 
Did I 
Within my boat fit in the filent ftreams. 
All void of eares as he that lies and 

dreams. 

As Phao, fo a ferryman I was ; 
The country-laffes faid I was too fair : 
With eafy toil I laboured at mine oar. 
To pafs from lide to fide who did repair ; 

And then 

Did I 
For pains take pence, and, Charon-like, 

tranfport 
As foon the fwain as men of high 
import. 

When want of work did give me leave 

to reft. 
My fport was catching of the wanton 

fifti; 



84 Green Pastures. 

So did I wear the tedious time away. 
And with my labour mended oft my 
difh; 

For why* 
I thought 
That idle hours were calendars of 

ruth, 
And time ill-fpent was prejudice to 
youth. - 

I fcorned to love ; for were the nymph 

as fair ; 

As fhe that loved the beauteous Latmian 

fwain ; 
Her face, her eyes, her trefles, nor her 

brows 
Like ivory could my afFedion gain ; 
For why 
I fald 
With high difdain, ' Love is a bafe 

delire, 
And Cupid's flames, why, they're but 

watery fire.' 

As thus I fat, difdaining of proud love, 
' Have over, ferryman !' there cried a 
boy; 

* because. 



Eurymachus' Fancy ^ etc. 



And with him was a paragon for 

hue, 
A lovely damfel, beauteous and coy ; 
And there 
With her 
A maiden, covered with a tawny veil ; 
Her face unfeen for breeding lover's 
bale. 

I fleered my boat, and when I came to 

Ihore, 
The boy was winged ; methought it 

was a wonder ; 
The dame had eyes like lightning, or 

the flafh 
That runs before the hot report of 

thunder ; 

Her fmiles 
Were fweet, 
Lovely her face ; was ne'er fo fair a 

creature ; 
For earthly carcafe had a heavenly 

feature. 

* My friend,' quoth fhe, * fweet ferry- 
man, behold. 

We three mull pafs, but not a farthing 
fare ; 



86 Green Pastures. 



But I will give, for I am Queen of 

love, 
The brightefl lafs thou lik'fl unto thy 
fhare ; 

Choofe where 
Thou lovell. 
Be flie as fair as Love's fweet lady is. 
She fhall be thine, if that will be thy 
blifs.' 

With that fhe fmiled with fuch a pleafing 

face 
As might have made the marble rock 

relent ; 
But I, that triumphed in difdain of 

love. 
Bade fie on him that to fond love was 

bent : 

And then 
Said thus, 
' So light the ferryman for love doth 

care, 
As Venus pafs not if fhe pay no fare.' 

At this a frown fat on her angry 

brow ; 
She winks upon her wanton fon hard 

by; 
He from his quiver drew a bolt of fire. 



Eurymachus' Fancy ^ etc. 



And aimed fo right as that he pierced 
mine eye ; 

And then 
Didfhe 
Draw down the veil that hid the virgin's 

face, 
Whofe heavenly beauty lightened all the 
place.* 

Straight then I leaned mine arm upon 

mine oar, 
And looked upon the nymph (if fof) was 

fair ; 
Her eyes were ftars, and like Apollo's 

locks 
Methought appeared the trammels of 

her hair : 

Thus did 
I gaze, 
And fucked in beauty, till that fweet 

defire 
Call fuel on, and fet my thoughts on fire. 

When I was lodged within the net of 

love. 
And thus they faw my heart was all on 

flame ; 

* Spenser probably inspired this exquisite 
fancy. — G. 

t Query, if she ? 



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The nymph away, and with her trips 

along 
The winged boy, and with her goes his 
dame : 

O, then 
I cried, 
' Stay, ladies, flay, and take not any care. 
You all fhall pafs, and pay no penny 
fare.' 

Away they fling, and looking coyly back. 
They laugh at me, O, with a loud dif- 

dain ! 
I fend out fighs to overtake the nymphs, 
And tears, as lures, to call them back 

again ; 

But they 
Fly thence ; 
But I fit in my boat, with hand on oar. 
And feel a pain, but know not what's 

the fore. 

At laft I feel it is the flame of love ; 
I llrive, but4)00tlefs, to exprefs the pain; 
It cools, it fires, it hopes, it fears, it frets, 
And ftirreth paflions throughout every 
vein ; 

That down 
I fat. 



Love. 

And fighing did fair Venus' laws ap- 
prove. 
And fwore no thing fo fweet and four 

as love. 
(* Francefco's Fortunes ; or, the Second 
Part of Never too Late ' [1590], viii., 
pp. 175-179-) 

LOVE. 

(MulUdor's Madrigal. 

Dildido, dildido, 
O love, O love, 
I feel thy rage rumble below and above! 

In fummer-time I faw a face, 
Trop belle pour moi, he las, he las ! 

Like to a Iloned-horfe was her pace : 
Was ever young man fo difmayed ? 

Her eyes, like wax-torches, did make 
me afraid : 
Trop belle pour moi, voila mon trepas. 

Thy beauty, my love, exceedeth fup- 



Thy hair is a nettle for the niceft rofes. 
CMon dieUj aide moi! 



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Green Pastures. 



That I with the primrofe of my frefh 

wit 
May tumble her tyranny under my feet : 

He done je feral un jeune roil 
T^rop belle four mot, helas^ helas I 
Trop belle pour moi, voila mon tr'epas. 
(' Francefco's Fortunes ; or, the Second 
part of Never too Late,' viii., p. 217.) 

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PASSIONATE LOVERS. 

Whofo readeth the Romilh Records 
and Grecian Hiftories, and turneth over 
the volumes filled with the reports of 
paffionate lovers, lliall find fundry fon- 
nets fauced with forrowful paffions, 
divers ditties declaring their dumps, 
careful complaints, woeful wailings, and 
a thoufand fundry haplefs motions, 
wherein the poor perplexed lovers do 
point out how the beauty of their miftrefs 
hath amazed their minds, how their 
fancy is fettered with their exquifite 
perfe6lion, how they are fnared with the 
form of her feature [ = perfon], how the 
gifts of Nature fo bountifully bellowed 
upon her hath entangled their minds 



Passionate Lovers. 



and bewitched their fenfes : that her 
excellent virtue, and lingular bounty- 
hath fo charmed their afFeftions, and 
her rare qualities hath fo drowned them 
in deiire, as they efteem her courtefy 
more than Caefar's kingdoms, her love 
more than lordihips, and her good will 
more than all worldly wealth. Tulh, 
all treafure is but tralh in refpect of her 
perfon. (^ Morando ' [1587], iii., pp. 
63, 64.) 



EURTMACHUS IN PRAISE OF 
MIRIMIDA. 

When Flora, proud in pomp of all her 
flowers. 

Sat bright and gay. 
And gloried in the dew of Iris fhowers. 

And did difplay 
Her mantle chequered all with gaudy 
green : 

Then I 
Alone 
A mournful man in Erecine was feen. 



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Green Pastures. 



With folded arms I trampled through 
the grafs, 

Tracing, as he 
That held the Throne of Fortune brittle 
glafs. 

And love to be 
Like fortune fleeting, as the reftlefs wind 
Mixed 
With mills, 
Whofe damp doth make the cleareft eyes 
grow blind. 

Thus in a maze I fpied a hideous flame : 

I cafl: my flght. 
And faw where blythely bathing in the 
fame, 

With great delight, 
A worm did lie, wrapt in a fmoky fweat: 
And yet 
'Twas ftrange 
It carelefs lay, and flirunk not at the 
heat. 

I flood amazed, and wondering at the 
flght. 

While that a dame 
That flione like to the heaven's rich 
fparkling light, 

Difcourfed the fame : 



Eurymachus in Praise^ etc. 

And faid, My friend, this worm within 
the fire 

Which lies 

Content, 
Is Venus' worm, and reprefents Defire. 

A Salamander is this princely beaft, 

Deck'd with a crown. 
Given him by Cupid, as a gorgeous 
creft 

'Gainft Fortune's frown : 
Content he lies, and bathes him in the 
flame. 

And goes 
Not forth : 
For why he cannot live without the 
fame. 

As he : fo lovers lie within the fire 

Of fervent love, 
And flirink not from the flame of hot 
defire, 

Nor will not move 
From any heat that Venus' force im- 
parts : 

But lie 
Content 
Within a fire, and wafle away their 
hearts. 



94 Green Pastures, 



Up flew the dame, and vanifli'd in a 
cloud, 

But there flood I, 
And many thoughts within my mind did 
fliroud 

Of love : for why 
I felt within my heart a fcorching fire. 
And yet 
As did 
The Salamander, 'twas my whole defire. 
('Never too Late' [1590], viii., pp. 
207-209.) 



LOVE— WHAT? 

What thing is love ? It is a power divine 

That reigns in us ; or elfe a wreakful 
law 

That dooms our minds to beauty to in- 
cline : 

It is a ftar, whofe influence doth draw 
Our hearts to Love, difl^embling of 

his might. 
Till he be mafl:er of our hearts and 
fight. 



Love — What? 



Love is a difcord, and a Urange divorce 
Betwixt our fenfe and reafon, by whofe 

power, 

As mad with reafon, we admit that force. 

Which wit or labour never may devour. 

It is a will that brooketh no confent : 

It would refufe, yet never may repent. 

Love's a defire, which for to wait a time, 
Doth lofe an age of years, and fo doth 

pafs. 
As doth the fhadow fever'd from his 

prime. 
Seeming as though it were, yet never 

was : 
Leaving behind nought but repentant 

thoughts 
Of days ill fpent, for that which 

profits noughts. 

It's now a peace, and then a fudden war ; 

A hope confum'd before it is conceiv'd ; 

At hand it fears, and menaceth afar. 

And he that gains is mofl: of all deceiv'd : 
It is a fecret hidden and not known. 
Which one may better feel than write 
upon. 

('Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 140, 141.) 



96 Green Pastures. 



GENTLE COURTSHIPS 
REJECTED. 

Grime. I fay, Sir Gilbert, looking on 

my daughter, : 

I curfe the hour that ever I got the' 

girl : • 

For, Sir, fhe may have many wealthy 

fuitors, 
And yet fhe difdains them all, 
To have poor George a Greene unto 

her hufband. 
Bonjield. On that, good Grime, I am 

talking with thy daughter ; 
But fhe, in quirks and quiddities of love, 
Sets me to fchool, fhe is fo over-wife. 
But, gentle girl, if thou wilt forfake the 

Pinner, 
And be my love, I will advance thee 

high : 
To dignify thofe hairs of amber hue, 
I'll grace them with a chaplet made of 

pearl. 
Set with choice rubies, fparks, and 

diamonds 
Planted upon a velvet hood, to hide that 

head 
Wherein two fapphires burn like fpark- 

ling fire : 



Gentle Courtships Rejected. 



This will I do, fair Bettris, and far more, 

If thou wilt love the Lord of Doncaller. 

Bettris. Heigh ho, my heart is in a 

higher place, * 
Perhaps on the earl, if that be he : 
See where he comes, or angry, or in 

love ; 
For why, his colour looketh difcontent. 
(* George a Greene, the Pinner of Wake- 
field' [1599], xiv., pp. 131, 132.) 



GEORGE A GREENE AND 
BEATRICE (BETTRIS), 

George. Tell me, fweet love, how is 
thy mind content ? 
What, canft thou brook to live with 
George a Greene ? 
Bettris. Oh, George, how little pleaf- 
ing are thefe words ? 
Came I from Bradford for the love of 

thee. 
And left my father for fo fweet a friend? 
Here will I live until my life do end. 
George. Happy am I to have fo fweet 
a love. 

{UU, p. 168.) 



98 Green Pastures. 



LOVE-SUPPLANTER. 

Edwardy Prince of Wales, 
Lacy^ Earl of Lincoln, 

Enter Prince Edward, with his poniard in 
his hand : Lacy and Margaret. 

Edward. Lacy, thou canft not fliroud 

thy traitrous thoughts. 
Nor cover, as did Caflius, all his wiles ; 
For Edward hath an eye that looks as far 
As Linceus from the fhores of Grecia. 
Did not I fit in Oxford by the friar. 
And fee thee court the maid of Frefing- 

field. 
Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kifs ? 
Did not proud Bungay draw his portafl"e 

forth, 
And joining hand in hand had married 

you. 
If Friar Bacon had not Ilrook him dumb, 
And mounted him upon a fpirit's back, , 
That we might chat at Oxford with the \ 

friar ? 
Traitor, what anfwereft, is not all this 

true ? 
Lacy. Truth all, my lord, and thus I 

make reply : 



Love-Supplanter. 



At Harlftone Fair there courting for 

your grace, 
Whenas mine eye furvey'd her curious 

fhape,* 
And drew the beauteous glory of her 

looks. 
To dive into the centre of my heart ; 
Love taught me that your honour did 

but jeft, 
That princes were in fancy but as men : 
How that the lovely maid of Frefingfield 
Was litter to be Lacy's wedded wife, 
Than concubine unto the Prince of 

Wales. 
Edward. Injurious Lacy, did I love 

thee more 
Than Alexander his Hepheftion ? 
Did I unfold the paffion of my love, 
And lock them in the clofet of thy 

thoughts ? 
Wert thou to Edward fecond to himfelf. 
Sole friend, and partner of his fecret 

loves ? 
And could a glance of fading beauty 

break 
Th'inchained fetters of fuch private 

friends ? 

* curiosity-exciting shape. 



TOO 



Green Pastures. 



Bafe coward, false, and too effeminate. 
To be co-rival with a prince in thoughts: 
From Oxford have I pofted fmce I dined. 
To 'quite a traitor 'fore that Edward fleep.. 
Margaret. 'Twas I, my lord, not 

Lacy flepp'd awry, 
For oft he fued and courted for yourfelf. 
And ftill woo'd for the courtier all in 

green ; 
But I whom fancy made but overfond7 
Pleaded myfelf with looks as if I lov'd ; 
I fed mine eye with gazing on his face. 
And ftill bewitch'd, lov'd Lacy with my 

looks : 
My heart with fighs, mine eyes pleaded 

with tears. 
My face held pity and content at once. 
And more I could not cipher out by 

figns. 
But that I lov'd Lord Lacy with my 

heart. 
Then, worthy Edward, meafure with 

thy mind. 
If women's favours will not force men 

fall; 
If beauty, and if darts of piercing love 
Is not of force to bury thoughts of 

friends. ... 

('Friar Bacon,' xiii., pp. 49-51.) 



Love no Mortal Passion, 



LOVE NO MORTAL PASSION. 

Truly, fir (quoth Panthia), to fpeak 
my mind freely without afFeftation, in 
this cafe this is my opinion. That love 
being no mortal paffion, but a fuper- 
natural influence allotted unto every 
man by Deftiny, charmeth and en- 
chanteth the minds of mortal creatures, 
not according to their wills, but as the 
decree of the Fates fhall determine, for 
fome are in love at the firft look. As 
was Perfeus with Andromeda. Some 
never to be reclaimed, as was NarcifTus. 
Others fcorched at the firft light, as 
Venus herfelf was of Adonis. Some 
always proclaim open wars to Cupid, as 
did Daphne. Thus I conclude, that 
men or women are no more or lefs fub- 
je6l unto love, refpe6ling their natural 
conftitution, but by the fecret influence 
of a certain fupernatural conftellation. 
('Morando' [1587], iii., p. 108.) 



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I02 Green Pastures. 



SILVESTRO'S LJDT-LOFE. 

Her ftature like the tall ftraight cedar- 
trees, 
Whofe ftately bulks doth fame th' Arabian 

groves ; 
A face like princely Juno when ihe 

braved 
The Queen of Love 'fore Paris in the 

vale : 
A front befet with love and courtefy ; 
A face like modeft Pallas v^hen Ihe 

blulh'd 
A filly Ihepherd Ihould be Beauty's 

judge : 
A lip fweet ruby red, grac'd with delight; 
A cheek wherein for interchange of hue 
A wrangling ftrife 'twixt lily and the 

rofe : 
Her eyes, two twinkling ftars in Winter 

nights. 
When chilling froft doth clear the azur'd 

fkyi 
Her hair of golden hue doth dim the 

beams 
That proud Apollo giveth from his 

coach : 
The Gnydian doves, whofe white and 

fnowy pens 



Silvestro's Lady-Love, 

Doth ftain the filver-ftreaming ivory, 
May not compare with thofe two moving 

hills 
Which, topt with pretty teats, difc overs 

down a vale 
Wherein the god of love may deign to 

fleep ; 
A foot like Thetis when flie tript the 

lands 
To fteal Neptune's favour with her fteps. 
(' Tritameron,' 2nd pt. [1587], iii., 

p. I23-) 

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MENALCJS—THE PRODIGAVS 
RETURN. 

The lilent ihade had fhadowed every 

tree. 
And Phoebus in the weft was Ihrouded 

low ; 
Each hive had home her bufy labouring 

bee ; 
Each bird the harbour of the night did 

know : 

Even then, 
When thus 



104 



Green Pastures. 



All things did from their weary labour 

lin, 
Menalcas fate and thought him of his 

fm. 

His head on hand, his elbow" on his 

knee, 
And tears, like dew, bedrench'd upon 

his face ; 
His face as fad as any fwain's might be ; 
His thoughts and dumps befitting well 

the place : 

Even then. 
When thus 
Menalcas fate in paffions all alone, 
He sighed then, and thus he 'gan to 

moan. 

I that fed flocks upon Thefl!alia's plains 
And bade my lambs to feed on daffodil. 
That liv'd on milk and curds, poor 

fliepherd's gains, 
And merry fate, and pip'd upon a 

pleafant hill. 

Even then. 

When thus 

I fate fecure and fear'd not Fortune's 

ire. 
Mine eyes eclipf'd, fall blinded by defire. 



Men ale as. 



Then lofty thoughts began to lift my 

mind ; 
I grudg'd and thought my fortune was 

too low ; 
A fhepherd's life 'twas bafe and out of 

kind ; 

The talleft cedars have the fairefl: grow. 

Even then, 

When thus 

Pride did intend the fequel of my ruth, 

Began the faults and follies of my 

youth. 

I left the fields, and took me to the 

town ; 
Fold fheep who lift, the hook was caft 

away, 
Menalcas would not be a country clown. 
Nor fhepherd's weeds, but garments far 

more gay : 

Even then, 
When thus 
Afpiring thoughts did follow after ruth. 
Began the faults and follies of my youth. 

My fuits were filk, my talk was all of 

State ; 
I ftretch'd beyond the compafs of my 

fleeve ; 



io6 Green Pastures, 



The braveft courtier was Menalcas' 

mate ; 
Spend what I would, I never thought 
on grief. 

Even then, 
When thus 
T lafh'd out lavifh, then began my ruth, 
And then I felt the follies of my 
youth. 

I call mine eye on every wanton face. 
And ftraight defire did hale me on to 

love ; 
Then, lover-like, I pray'd for Venus' 

grace. 
That Ihe my mistrefs' deep affects might 

move : 

Even then. 
When thus 
Love trapp'd me in the fatal bands of 

ruth, 
Began the faults and follies of my youth. 

No coll I fpar'd to pleafe my millrefs' 

eye ; 
No time ill fpent in prefence of her 

fight ; 
Yet oft fhe frown'd, and then her love 

mull die, 



Menalcas, 



But when fhe smil'd, oh then a happy 
wight : 

Even then, 

When thus 
Delire did draw me on to deem of ruth. 
Began the faults and follies of my youth. 

The day in poems often did I pafs, 
The night in fighs and forrows for her 

grace ; 
And fhe as fickle as the brittle glafs, 
Held funlhine fhowers within her flatter- 
ing face : 

Even then. 

When thus 

I fpied the woes that women's love 

enfueth, 
I faw, and loath'd the follies of my youth. 

I noted oft that beauty was a blaze ; 
I faw that love was but a heap of cares ; 
That fuch as flood as deer do at the gaze. 
And fought their wealth amongft affec- 
tion's fnares ; 

Even fuch, 
I faw. 
With hot purfuit did follow after ruth. 
And foftered up the follies of their 
youth. 



io8 Green Pastures. 

Thus clogg'd with love, with paffions 

and with grief, 
I faw the country life had leaft moleft ; 
I felt a wound and pain would have 

relief, 
And thus refolv'd, I thought would fall 

out bell : 

Even then. 
When thus 
I felt my fenfes almoft fold to ruth, 
I thought to leave the follies of my youth. 

To flocks again, away the wanton town ; 
Fond pride, avaunt, give me the Ihep- 

herd's hook ; 
A coat of gray, I'll be a country clown : 
Mine eye fhall fcorn on beauty for to 
look : 

No more, 
A-do : 
Both pride and love, are ever pain'd* 

with ruth, 
And therefore farewell the follies of my 
youth. 
(' Mourning Garment ' [1590], ix., 

pp. 214-218.) 
* fair'd (?) 



Miserrimus. 



109 



miSERRIMUS. 

Deceiving world, that with alluring toys 

Haft made my life the fubjedl of thy 

. fcorn. 

And fcorneft now to lend thy fading 

joys 

T'outlength my life, whom friends 

have left forlorn ; 
How well are they that die ere they 
be born, 
And never fee thy Heights, which few 

men ihun 
Till unawares they helplefs are un- 
done ! 

Oft have I fung of Love and of his 

fire; 

But now I find that poet was advifed 

Which made full feafts increafers of 

defire. 

And proves weak love was with the 

poor defpifed ; 
For when the life with food is not 
fufficed. 
What thoughts of Love, what motion 

of delight. 
What pleafance can proceed from fuch 
a wight ? 



no Green Pastures. 

Witnefs my want, the murderer of my 
wit, 
My ravi{hed fenfe, of wonted fury 
reft, 
Wants luch conceit, as fhould in poems 
fit, 
Set down the forrow wherein I am 

left: 
But therefore have high heavens their 
gifts bereft, 
Becaufe fo long they lent them me to 

ufe. 
And I fo long their bounty did abufe. 

O, that a year were granted me to live. 

And for that year my former wit 

reftored ! 

What rules of life, what counfel would 

I give, 

How Ihould my lin with forrow be 

deplored ! 
But I mull die of every man abhorred : 
Time loofely fpent will not again be 

won ; 
My time is loofely fpent, and I un- 
done. 
{' Groat's-worth of Wit, bought with a 
Million of Repentance' [1592], xii., 
pp. 137, 138.) 



Palmer s Ode. 1 1 1 



PALMER'S ODE. 

Down the valley 'gan he track. 
Bag and bottle at his back. 
In a furcoat all of gray ; 
Such wear Palmers on the way, 
V/hen with fcrip and llafF they fee 
Jefus' grave on Calvary. 
A hat of ftraw like a fwain 
Shelter for the fun and rain, 
With a fcollop fhell before : 
Sandals on his feet he wore ; 
Legs were bare, arms unclad ; 
Such attire this Palmer had. 
His face fair like Titan's fhine, 
Gray and buxom were his eyne, 
Whereout dropt pearls of forrow : 
Such fweet tears Love doth borrow. 
When in outward dews fhe plains 
Heart's dillrefs that lovers pains : 
Ruby lips, cherry cheeks : 
Such rare mixture Venus feeks, 
When to keep her damfels quiet 
Beauty fets them down their diet : 
Adon was not thought more fair. 
Curled locks of amber hair — 
Locks where Love did fit and twine 
Nets to fnare the gazer's eyne : 



112 Green Pastures. 



Such a Palmer ne'er was feen, 
Lefs love himfelf had Palmer been, 
Yet for all he was fo quaint 
Sorrow did his vifage taint.* 
Midft the riches of his face, 
Grief decipher'd his difgrace, 
Every ftep Ilrain'd a tear. 
Sudden fighs fhow'd his fear : 
And yet his fear by his fight. 
Ended in a ftrange delight. 
That his paffions did approve. 
Weeds and forrow were for love. 
(Greene's ' Never too Late ' [i 590], viii., 
PP- 13-150 

ANOTHER OF THE SAME. 

Old Menalcas on a day, 

As in field this fhepherd lay, 

Tuning of his oaten pipe, 

Which he hit with many a ftripe ; 

Said to Corydon that he 

Once was young and full of glee : 

Blythe and wanton was I then, 

Such defires follow men. 



Another of the Same. 113 

As I lay and kept my llieep, 

Came the god that hateth fleep, 

Clad in armour all of fire. 

Hand in hand with Queen Defire : 

And with a dart that wounded nigh, 

Pierc'd my heart as I did lie : 

That when I woke I 'gan fwear, 

Phillis' beauty palm did bear. 
Up I Hart, forth went I 
With her face to feed mine eye : 
There I faw Defire lit. 
That my heart with love had hit, 
Laying forth bright Beauty's hooks 
To entrap my gazing looks. 
Love I did, and 'gan to woo. 
Pray and figh ; all would not do : 
Women when they take the toy* 
Covet to be counted coy. 
Coy fhe was, and I 'gan court ; 
She thought love was but a fport. 
Profound Hell was in my thought : 
Such a pain Defire had wrought, 
That I fued with fighs and tears. 
Still ingrate Ihe ftopt her ears 
Till my youth I had fpent. 
Lall a paffion of repent. 
Told me flat that Delire, 

* trifling, playing. 



114 Green Pastures. 

Was a brand of Love's fire, 

Which confumeth men in thrall, 

Virtue, youth, wit, and all. 

At this faw back I ftart, 

But Defire from my heart. 

Shook off Love ; and made an oath. 

To be enemy to both. 

Old I was when thus I fled, 

Such fond toys as cloy'd my head. 

But this I learn'd at Virtue's gate. 

The way to good is never late. 

(/^zV., pp. 17-19.) 

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THE PENITENT PJLMER'S 
ODE. 

Whilom in the Winter's rage 
A Palmer old and full of age. 
Sat and thought upon his youth. 
With eyes, tears, and heart of ruth : 
Being all with cares yblent. 
When he thought on years miffpent. 
Then his follies came to mind, 
How fond love had made him blind. 
And wrapt him in a field of woes. 
Shadowed with Pleafure's flioes ; 
Then he fighed and faid alas ! 
Man is fm, and flefli is grafs. 



The Penitent Palmer s Ode. 



IIS 



I thought my miftrefs' hairs were gold, 
And in their locks my heart I fold : 
Her amber treffes were the fight 
That wrapped me in vain delight : 
Her ivory front, her pretty chin, 
Were Hales* that drew me on to fin : 
Her ftarry looks, her cryftal eyes. 
Brighter than the fun's arife : 
Sparkling plealing flames of fire. 
Yoked my thoughts and my defire, 
That I 'gan cry ere I blin,t 
Oh, her eyes are paths to fin ! 
Her face was fair, her breath was fweet, 
All her looks for love was meet : 
But love is folly, this I know. 
And beauty fadeth like to fnow. 
Oh, why Ihould man delight in pride, 
Whofe bloflbm like a dew doth glide ; 
When thefe fuppofes touch'd my thought, 
That world was vain and beauty nought, 
I 'gan figh and fay alas ! 
Man is fin, and flefh is grafs. 

(Ibid.^ pp. 122, 123.) 

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snares. 
+ usually explained = cease : but qu. = 
blind.' — G. 



^ grozu 



lie 



Green Pastures. 



PJSTORJL. 

The Defcription of the Shepherd and his 
Wife. 

It was near a thicky fhade 

That broad leaves of beech had made ; 

Joining all their tops fo nigh 

That fcarce Phcebus in could pry. 

To fee if lovers in the thick* 

Could dally with a wanton trick. 

Where fate the fwain and his wife 

Sporting in that pleafing life 

That Corydon commendeth fo, 

All other lives to over-go. 

He and fhe did fit and keep 

Flocks of kids and folds of Iheep : 

He upon his pipe did play, 

She tun'd voice unto his lay. 

And for you might her hufwife know 

Voice did iing and fingers few ; 

He was young, his coat was green, 

With weltsf of white, feam'd between. 

Turned over with a flap 

That breaft and bofom in did wrap ; 

Skirts fide and pleatedj free. 

Seemly hanging to his knee. 

* thicket. f fringes. % plaited. 



Pastoral. 117 



A whittle* with a filver chape ;t 
Cloak was ruilet, and the cape 
Served for a bonnet oft 
To fhroud him from the wet aloft. 
A leather fcrip of colour red, 
With a button on the head ; 
A bottle full of country whigj 
By the fhepherd's Ude did lig :§ 
And in a little bufh hard by 
There the fhepherd's dog did lie ; 
Who while his mailer 'gan to fleep 
Well could watch both kids and flieep. 
The fhepherd was a frolic fwain. 
For though his 'parell was but plain, 
Yet doonell the Authors foothly fay 
His colour was both frefh and gay ; 
And in their writes^ plain difcufs 
Fairer was not Tityrus, 
Nor Menalcas, whom they call 
The alderleefefl'^'^ fwain of all : 
'Seemingtf him was his wife, 
Both in lineJt and in life ; 
Fair ihe was as' fair might be, 
Like the rofes on the tree y 

* clasp-knife. f clasp. J whey. 

§ He. II do. 

IF writhigs, as, * thick ' for ' thicket ' above. 
— G. 
** dearest of all. f f beseeming. %% lineage. 



ii8 



Green Pastures. 



Buxom, blithe, and young, I ween ; 

Beauteous, like a Summer's queen : 

For her cheeks were ruddy hued 

As if lilies were imbrued 

With drops of blood, to make the white 

Pleafe the eye with more delight ; 

Love did lie within her eyes 

In ambufh for fome wanton prize : 

A leefer"* lafs than this had been, 

Corydon had never feen ; 

Nor was Phillis that fair May 

Half fo gaudy or fo gay :t 

She wore a chaplet on her head ; 

Her caffock was of fcarlet red. 

Long and large, as ftraight as bent ;t 

Her middle was both fmall and gent.§ 

If country loves fuch fweet defires gain, 

What lady would not love a fhepherd 

fwain ? 
('Mourning Garment' [1590], ix., 

pp. 141-144.) 



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* dearer. 
X grass. 



f joyful, bright. 
§ genteel. 



Pastoral. 119 



PASTORAL. 

The Shepherd! s Ode. 

Walking in a valley green 
Spied I Flora, Summer queen : 
Where fhe, heaping all her graces, 
Niggard feem'd in other places : 
Spring it was, and here did fpring 
All that Nature forth can bring ; 
Groves of pleafant trees there grow, 
Which fruit and fhadow could bellow ; 
Thick-leaved boughs fmall birds cover 
Till fweet notes themfelves difcover ; 
Tunes for number feem'd confounded 
Whilft their mixture's mulic founded : 
Greeing well, yet not agreed 
That one the other Ihould exceed. 
A fweet ftream here filent glides 
Whofe clear water no fifh hides ; 
Slow it runs, which well bewray'd 
The pleafant fhore the current ftay'd : 
In this ftream a rock was planted 
Where nor art nor nature wanted : 
Each thing fo did other grace 
As all places may give place ; 
Only this the place of pleafure 
Where is heaped Nature's treafure. 



I20 Green Pastures. 

Here mine eyes with wonder ftaid, 
Eyes amaz'd and mind afraid : 
Ravifht with what was beheld, 
From departing were withheld. 
Mufmg then with found advice 
On this earthly paradife ; 
Sitting by the river fide 
Lovely Phillis was defcried : 
Gold her hair, bright her eyne 
Like to Phoebus in his Ihine ; 
White her brow, her face was fair, 
Amber-breath perfum'd the air ; 
Rofe and lily both did feek 
To fliew their glory on her cheek. 
Love did nellle in her looks. 
Baiting there his fharpeft hooks : 
Such a Phillis ne'er was feen 
More beautiful than Love's queen. 
Doubt it was whofe greater grace, 
Phillis' beauty, or the place. 
Her coat was of fcarlet red. 
All in pleats* a mantle fpread : 
Fring'd with gold ; a wreath of boughs 
To check the fun from her brows. 
In her hand a fhepherd's hook. 
In her face Diana's look : 
Her fheep graz'd on the plains 
She had ftolen from the fwains : 

* plaits. 



Pastoral. 



Under a cool filent fhade, 
By the ftreams fhe garlands made. 
Thus fate Phillis all alone : 
Miffed fhe was by Corydon, 
Chiefeft fwain, of all the reft 
Lovely Phillis likt him beft. 
His face ,was like Phoebus' love, 
His neck white as Venus' dove ; 
A ruddy cheek fill'd with fmiles, 
Such Love hath when he beguiles : 
His locks brown, his eyes were gray, 
Like Titan in a Summer day. 
A ruffet jacket, fleeves red ; 
A blue bonnet on his head ; 
A cloak of gray fenc'd the rain ; 
Thus 'tyred was this lovely fwain. 
A ftiepherd's hook her dog tied. 
Bag and bottle by his fide : 
Such was Paris, fhepherds fay. 
When with CEnone he did play. 
From his flock ftray'd Corydon, 
Spying Phillis all alone : 
By the ftream he Phillis fpied. 
Braver than was Flora's pride : 
Down the valley 'gan he track, 
Stole behind his true love's back : 
The fun flione and Ihadow made ; 
Phillis rofe and was afraid. 
When flie faw her lover there. 



122 Green Pastures, 



Smile ftie did, and left her fear : I 

Cupid that difdain doth loath 
With defire ftrake them both. 
The fwain did woo, fhe was nice. 
Following fafhion nay'd"^ him twice : 
Much ado he kiff'd her then ; 
Maidens blufh when they kifs men : 
So did Phillis at that ftowre.f 
Her face was like the rofe flower. 
Laft they 'greed, for Love would fo. 
Faith and troth they would no mo. 
For fhepherds ever held it fin 
To falfe the love they lived in. 
The fwain gave a girdle red, 
She fet garlands on his head. 
Gifts were given, they kifs again, 
Both did fmile, for both were fain.J 
Thus was love 'mongft fliepherds fold 
When fancy knew not what was gold : 
They woo'd and vow'd and that they 

keep. 
And go contented to their fheep. 
(* Ciceronis Amor' [1589], vii., pp. 
180-184.) 



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* denied. f contention. % fond. 



Phillis and Cor i do it. 



PHILLIS JND CORIDON. 

J: Pajloral. 

Phillis kept Iheep along the Weftern 

plains, 
And Coridon did feed his flocks hard 

by; 
This ftiepherd was the flower of all the 

fwains 
That traced the downs of fruitful 

Thefl'aly ; 
And Phillis, that did far her flocks fur- 

pafs 
In filver hue, was thought a bonny lafs. 

A bonny lafs, quaint in her country 'tire, 

Was lovely Phillis, — Coridon more fo; 

Her locks, her looks, did fet the fwain 

on fire ; 

He left his lambs, and he began to 

woo ; 

He looked, he fighed, he courted with 

a kifs ; 
No better could the Ally fwad* than this. 

He little knew to paint a tale of love ; 
Shepherds can fancy, but they cannot 
fay; 

* swain f clown. 



124 Green Pastures. 



PhilHs 'gan fmile, and wily thought to j 

prove 
What uncouth* grief poor Coridon 

did pay ; 
She alked him how his flocks or he did 

fare ? 
Yet penfive thus his fighs did tell his 

care. 

The fhepherd blulhed when Phillis 
queftioned fo, 
And fwore by Pan it was not for his 
flocks ; 

* 'Tis love, fair Phillis, breedeth all this 

woe. 
My thoughts are trapt within thy 

lovely locks ; 
Thine eye hath pierced, thy face hath 

fet on fire ; 
Fair Phillis kindleth Coridon's deflre.' 

* Can fliepherds love ?' faid Phillis to 

the fwain : 
' Such faints as Phillis,' Coridon re- 
plied : 
' Men when they lull can many fancies f 
feign,' 
Said Phillis. This not Coridon de- j ^ 
nied, j 

* clownish, awkward. 



Phillis and Coridon. 



That luft had lies ; ' But love,' quoth 

he, ' fays truth : 
Thy fhepherd loves, then, Phillis, what 

enfu'th ?' 

Phillis ^N2iS won : fhe blufhed and hung 
the head ; 
The fwain ftept to and cheered her 
with a kifs : 
With faith, with troth, they ftruck the 
matter dead ; 
So ufed they when men thought not 
amifs : 
This love begun and ended both in one ; 
Phillis was loved, and fhe liked Coridon. 
('Perimedes' [1588], vii., pp. 91, 92.) 

PASTORAL. 

The Shepherd's Wife's Song. 

Ah, what is love ? It is a pretty thing. 
As fweet unto a fhepherd as a king. 

And fweeter too ; 
For kings have cares that wait upon a 

crown, 

And cares can make the fweeteft love to 
frown : 

Ah then, ah then. 



126 Gree Pastures, 



If country loves fuch fweet delires do 

gain. 
What lady would not love a ftiepherd i! 

fwain ? 

His flocks are folded, he comes home at 

night. 
As merry as a king in his delight, 

And merrier too ; 
For kings bethink them what the State 

require. 
Where fhepherds carelefs carol by the 

fire : 

Ah then, ah then. 
If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain. 
What lady would not love a fliepherd 

fwain ? 

He kiffeth firft, then fits as blithe to 

eat 
His cream and curds as doth the king 

his meat. 

And blither too ; 
For kings have often fears when they 

do fup, 
Where Ihepherds dread no poifon in 

their cup : 

Ah then, ah then, 



Pastoral. 



If country loves fuch fweet delires do 

gain. 
What lady would not love a fhepherd 

fwain ? 

To bed he goes, as wanton then, I 

ween, 
As is a king in dalliance with a queen, 

More wanton too ; 
For kings have many griefs affedls^ to 

move, 
Where fhepherds have no greater grief 

than love : 

Ah then, ah then, 
If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a fhepherd 

fwain ? 

Upon his couch of flraw he fleeps as 

found 
As doth the king upon his bed of down. 

More founder too ; 
For cares caufe kings full oft their lleep 

to fpin,t 
Where weary fhepherds lie and fnort 
their fill : 

Ah then, ah then, 

* affection. t spoil. 



128 Green Pastures. 

If country loves fuch fweet deiires do 

gain, 
What lady would not love a Ihepherd 

fwain ? 

Thus with his wife he fpends the year, 

as blithe 
As doth the king at every tide or fithe,* 

And blither too ; 
For kings have wars and broils to take 

in hand, 
Where Ihepherds laugh and love upon 

the land : 

Ah then, ah then, 
If country loves fuch fweet defires do 

gain. 
What lady would not love a Ihepherd 

fwain ? 



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* Query * tide ' = Christmas-tide ? ; 'slthe' 
not simply 'time,' but = scythe = Harvest ? — 
G. 



Pastoral. 129 



PASTORAL. 

Radagon in D tan em. 

It was a valley gaudy-green, 
Where Dian at the fount was feen ; 

Green it was, 

And did 'pafs 
All other of Diana's bowers 
In the pride of Flora's flowers. 

A fount it was that no fun fees, 
Circled in with cyprefs-trees. 

Set fo nigh 

As Phoebus' eye 
Could not do the virgins fcathe, 
To fee them naked when they bathe.. 

She fat there all in white, — 
Colour fitting her delight : 

Virgins fo 

Ought to go. 
For white in armory is placed 
To be the colour that is chafte. 

Her taff'ta calTock you might fee 
Tucked up above her knee ; 

Which did fhow 

There below 
Legs as white as whales-bone ; 
So white and chafie were never none. 



130 Green Pastures. 



Hard by her, upon the ground, 
Sat her virgins in a round. 

Bathing their 

Golden hair, 
And iinging all in notes high, 

* Fie on Venus' flattering eye V 

* Fie on love ! It is a toy ; 
Cupid witlefs and a boy ; 

All his fires, 

And delires. 
Are plagues that God fent down from 

high. 
To pefter men with mifery. 

As thus the virgins did difdain 
Lovers' joy and lovers' pain, 

Cupid nigh 

Did efpy. 
Grieving at Diana's fong ; 
Slyly ftole thefe maids among. 

His bow of fteel, darts of fire. 

He Ihot amongft them fweet defire ; 

Which ftraight flies 

In their eyes. 
And at the entrance made them fl:art. 
For it ran from eye to heart. 



Pastoral, 131 

Califto flraight fuppofed Jove 
Was fair and frolic for to love ; 

Dian fhe 

'Scaped not free ; 
For well I wot, hereupon 
She loved the fwain Endymion. 

Clytie Phoebus, and Chloris' eye 
Thought none fo fair as Mercury : 

Venus thus 

Did difcufs, 
By her fon in darts of fire. 
None fo chafte to check delire. 

Dian rofe with all her maids, 
Blufhing thus at love's braids :* 
With fighs, all 
Show their thrall ; 
And flinging hence pronounce this faw, 
* What fo Ilrong as love's fweet law ?' 
(' Francifco's Fortunes, or Second Part 
of Never too Late' [1590], viii., 
pp. 212-214.) 

* Dyce annotates *?.^., perhaps crafts, de- 
ceits {vide Steeven's note on " Since French- 
men are so braid,'" Shakespeare's "All's Well 
that Ends Well," Act IV., Sc. ii.).' But surely 
the word is simply 'braids = upbraids or up- 
braidings, as 'pass for surpass, 'gan for began, 
etc., etc.— G. 



132 Green Pastures. 



PASTORAL. 

Philomela's Ode that Jhe fung in her 
Arbour. 

Sitting by a river's fide, 
Where acfilent ftream did glide, 
Mufe I did of many things 
That the mind in quiet brings. 
I 'gan think how fome men deem 
Gold their god ; and fome efteem 
Honour is the chief content 
That to man in life is lent ; 
And fome others do contend 
Quiet none like to a friend ; 
Others hold, there is no wealth 
Compared to a perfect health ; 
Some man's mind in quiet Hands 
When he is lord of many lands : 
But I did figh, and faid all this 
Was but a fhade of perfeft blifs ; 
And in my thoughts I did approvel 
Naught fo fweet as is true love. 
Love 'twixt lovers, palTeth thefe. 
When mouth kiffeth and heart 'greJ 
With folded arms and lips meeting,! 
Each foul another fweetly greeting J 
For by the breath the foul fleeteth, j 
And foul with foul in kiifmg meetetf 



Pastoral, 133 



If love be fo fweet a thing 
That fuch happy blifs doth bring, 
Happy is love's fugared thrall ; 
But unhappy maidens all, 
Who efteem your virgin bliffes 
Sweeter than a wife's fweet kiffes. 
No fuch quiet to the mind 
As true love with kiffes kind : 
But if a kifs prove unchafte 
Then is true love quite difgraced. 

Though love be fweet, learn this 
of me, 

No love fweet but honefty. 
(* Philomela, the LadyFitzwalter's Night- 
ingale ' [1592], xi., pp. 123, 124.) 

PASTORAL. 

Philomelds Second Ode. 

It was frofty winter-feafon, 
And fair Flora's wealth was geafon.* 
Meads that erft with green were fpread. 
With choice flowers diap'red, 

* My friend Mr. A. H. Bullen (* Lyrics from 
Elizabethan Romances') annotates = rare, un- 
common. Such is a meaning of the word, but 
not the meaning here. It is = parched, dried 
up — as a well is said to be geasoned when it is 
dry. — G. 



134 Green Pastures. 



Had tawny veils ; cold had fcanted 
What the Spring and Nature planted. 
Leaflefs boughs there might you fee. 
All except fair Daphne's tree : 
On their twigs no birds perched ; 
Warmer coverts now they fearched ; 
And by Nature's fecret reafon 
Framed their voices to the feafon. 
With their feeble tunes bewraying 
How they grieved the Spring's decaying. 
Frofty Winter thus had gloomed 
Each fair thing that Summer bloomed ; 
Fields were bare, and trees unclad, 
Flowers withered, birds were fad ; 
When I faw a fhepherd fold 
Sheep in cote, to fhun the cold ; 
Himfelf fitting on the grafs 
That with the froll withered was. 
Sighing deeply, thus 'gan fay ; 
^ Love is folly when aftray : 
Like to love no paffion fuch. 
For 'tis madnefs, if too much ; 
If too little, then defpair ; 
If too high, he beats the air 
With bootlefs cries ; if too low, 
An eagle matcheth with a crow : 
Thence grow jars. Thus I find. 
Love is folly, if unkind ; 
Yet do men moft defire 



Pastoral. 135 



To be heated with this fire, 

Whofe flame is fo plealing hot 

That they burn, yet feel it not. 

Yet hath love another kind, 

Worfe than thefe unto the mind ; 

That is, when a wanton eye 

Leads deflre clean awry. 

And with the bee doth rejoice 

Every minute to change choice ; 

Counting he were then in blifs 

If that each fair face were his. 

Highly thus is love difgrac'd 

When the lover is unchalte. 

And would tafte of fruit forbidden, 

'Caufe the 'fcape is eafily hidden. 

Though fuch love be fweet in brewing. 

Bitter is the end enfuing ; 

For the honour of love he fliameth. 

And himfelf with lull defameth ; 

For a minute's pleafure-gaining, 

Fame and honour ever ftaining. 

Gazing thus fo far awry, 

Laft the chip falls in his eye ; 

Then it burns that erft but heat him ; 

And his own rod 'gins to beat him ; 

His choiceft fweets turn to gall ; 

He finds lull is fin's thrall ; 

That wanton women in their eyes 

Men's deceivings do comprife ; 



136 Green Pastures. 



That homage done to fair faces 
Doth difhonour other graces. 
If lawlefs love be fuch a fin, 
Curfed is he that lives therein ; 
For the gain of Venus' game 
Is the downfall unto fhame.' 

Here he paufed, and did flay, 
Sighed, and rofe, and went away. 

(* Philomela,' xi., pp. 133-135.) 

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ISJBELUS ODE* 

Sitting by a river fide. 
Where a filent ftream did glide, 
Bank'd about with choice flowers. 
Such as fpring from April fhowers, 
When fair Iris fmiling fhews 
All her riches in her dews : 
Thick-leaved trees fo were planted 
As nor Art nor Nature wanted : 

* It will be observed that Philomela's Ode, 
that precedes this, opens with the same 
couplet. Even my friend Mr. A. H. Bullen 
seems to have overlooked this Ode because of 
this, and so omitted it in his selections, etc. 
('Lyrics from Elizabethan Romances'), but 
even he shows by his actual selections per- 
functory acquaintance with Greene and others. 
— G. 



IsahelTs Ode. 137 



Bord'ring all the brook with fhade 
As if Venus there had made 
By Flora's wile a curious bower 
To dally with her paramour. 
At this current as I gaz'd. 
Eyes entrapp'd, mind amaz'd ; 
I might fee in my ken 
Such a flame as fireth men : 
Such a fire as doth fry 
With one blaze both heart and eye : 
Such a heat as doth prove 
No heat like to heat of love. 
Bright fhe was, for 'twas a fhe 
That traced her fteps towards me ; 
On her head flie wore a bay. 
To fence Phcebus' light away : 
In her face one might defcry 
The curious beauty of the fky ; 
Her eyes carried darts of fire, 
Feather'd all with fwift defire ; 
Yet forth thefe fiery darts did pafs 
Pearled tears as bright as glafs ; 
That wonder 'twas in her eyne 
Fire and water Ihould combine : 
If th' old faw did not borrow 
Fire is love and water forrow. 
Down fhe fate, pale and fad, 
No mirth in her looks fhe had : 
Face and eyes fhowed diflrefs, 



138 Green Pastures, 



Inward fighs difcourf'd no lefs : 

Head on hand might I fee. 

Elbow leaned on her knee ; 

Laft fhe breathed out this faw, 

* Oh, that love hath no law !' 

Love enforceth with conftraint. 

Love delighteth in complaint ; 

Whofo loves hates his life, 

For love's peace is mind's ftrife ; 

Love doth feed on beauty's fare. 

Every dilh fauc'd with care : 

Chiefly women, reafon why, 

Love is hatch'd in their eye ; 

Thence it fteppeth to the heart, 

There it poifoneth every part : 

Mind and heart, eye and thought. 

Till fweet love their woes hath wrought: 

Then repentant they 'gan cry, 

' Oh, my heart that trow'd* mine eye !' 

Thus Ihe faid, and then fhe rofe. 
Face and mind both full of woes ; 
Flinging thence, with this faw. 
Fie on love that hath no law. 

('Never too Late,' viii., pp. 50-52.) 



* tnistedj held for true. 



Pastoral, 



PASTORAL. 

Francefco's Ode. 

When I look about the place 
Where forrow nurfeth up difgrace ; 
Wrapt within a fold of cares, 
Whofe diftrefs no heart fpares : 
Eyes might look, but fee no light. 
Heart might think but on defpite : 
Sun did fhine, but not on me. 
Sorrow faid it may not be. 
That heart or eye fhould once pofTefs 
Any falve to cure diftrefs : 
For men in prifon muft fuppofe 
Their couches are the beds of woes. 
Seeing this I fighed then, 
Fortune thus fhould punilh men. 
But when I call'd to mind her face 
For whofe love I brook this place ; 
Starry eyes, whereat my fight 
Did eclipfe with much delight ; 
Eyes that lighten and do fhine. 
Beams of love that are divine ; 
Lily cheeks whereon befide 
Buds of rofes fhew their pride ; 
Cherry lips, which did fpeak 
Words that made all hearts to break : 
Words moft fweet, for breath was fweet ; 



140 Green Pastures, 



Such perfume for love is meet. 
Precious words, as hard to tell 
Which more pleafed, wit or fmell : 
When I faw my greateft pains 
Grow for her that beauty ftains ; 
Fortune thus I did reprove. — 
Nothing grievefuU grows from Love. 
{Ibid., pp. 62-63.) 



PASTORAL. 

Boron's Jig. 

Through the fhrubs as I 'gan crack 
For my lamb's little ones, 
'Mongft many pretty ones, 
Nymphs I mean, whofe hair was black 
As the crow : 
Like the fnow 
Her face and brows Ihin'd, I ween ; 
I faw a little one, 
A bonny pretty one. 
As bright, buxom, and as fheen 
As was fhe 
On her knee, 



Pas tor aL 141 



That luU'd the god, whofe arrows warms: 
Such merry little ones, 
Such fair-fac'd pretty ones. 
As dally in Love's chiefeft harms ; 
Such was mine ; 
Whofe gray eyne 
Made me love. T 'gan to woo 
This fweet little one. 
This bonny pretty one ; 
I woo'd hard a day or two ; 

Till fhe bad, 
Be not fad ; 
Woo no more, I am thine own. 
Thy deareft little one. 
Thy trueft pretty one ; 
Thus was faith and firm love Ihown, 
As behoves 
Shepherds' loves. 
(* Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 69, 70.) 

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PERSEFERJNCE WINS, 

I now, quoth fhe, both fee and try 

by experience, that there is no filh fo 

fickle but will come to the bait ; no 

doe fo wild but will fland at the gaze* ; 

* staring. 



142 



Green Pastures, 



no hawk fo haggard''' but will ftoop to 
the lure ; no nielTef fo ramagej but will 
be reclaimed to the lunes ; no fruit fo 
fine but the caterpillar will confume it ; 
no adamant§ fo hard but will yield to 
the file ; ... no maid fo free but love 
will bring her to bondage and thraldom. 
('Card of Fancy' [1587], iv., p. 120.) 
[On the word * lunes ' the Shakefpeare 
ftudent will do well to confult a full note 
in Works, vol. ii., pp. 330-3 3 3, and Glof- 
farial Index (in vol. xv.) — one of multi- 
plied inftances of Greene's words and 
phraling Ihedding light on obfcurities 
and cruxes of Shakefpeare. — G.] 



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WORD-PORTRJITS, 

Ovid. 

Quaint was Ovid in his rhyme, 
Chiefeft poet of his time : 
What he could in words rehearfe 
Ended in a pleafmg verfe : 



untrained. 
: ivild. 



+ hawk. 
§ diamond. 



W or d-V or traits, 143 



Apollo with his aye-green bays 
Crown'd his head to fhow his praife ; 
And all the Mufes did agree 
He fhould be theirs, and none but he. 

This Poet chanted all of Love, 
Of Cupid's wings and Venus' dove ; 
Of fair Corinna and her hue. 
Of white and red and veins blue. 
How they lov'd and how they 'greed, 
And how in fancy they did fpeed. 

His Elegies were wanton all, 
Telling of Love's pleafing thrall. 
And 'caufe he would the Poet feem, 
That beft of Venus' laws could deem. 
Strange precepts he did impart, 
And writ three books of Love's art ; 
There he taught how to woo. 
What in love men fhould do ; - 
How they might foonefl win 
Honeft women unto lin : 
Thus to tellen all the truth 
He infefted Rome's youth. 
And with his books and verfes brought 
That men in Rome nought elfe fought 
But how to 'tangle maid or wife. 
With honour's breach through wanton 

life; 
The foolilh fort did for his fkill 
Praife the deepnefs of his quill. 



144 Green Pastures. 

And like to him faid there was none 
Since died old Anacreon. 
But Rome's Auguftus, world's wonder, 
Brook'd not of this foolifh blunder ; 
Nor lik'd he of this'wanton verfe 
That Love's laws did rehearfe ; 
For well he faw and did efpy 
Youth was fore impair'd thereby ; 
And by experience he finds 
Wanton books infeft the minds ; 
Which made him ftraight for reward, 
Though the cenfure"^ feemed hard 
To banifh Ovid quite from Rome, 
This was great Auguftus' doom ; 
For (quoth he) Poets' quills 
Ought not for to teach men ills ; 
For learning is a thing of praife. 
To Ihow precepts to make men wife ; 
And near the Mufes' facred places 
Dwells the virtuous-minded graces. 
'Tis fhame and fin, then, for good wits 
To fhow their ikill in wanton fits. 
This Auguftus did reply. 
And as he faid, fo think I. 

(^Greene's Vifion' [1592], xii., pp. 
199-201.) 



* judgment. 



V/ord-T or traits. 145 



The Description of Sir Geoffrey Chaucer. 

His ftature was not very tall ; 
Lean he was ; his legs were fmall, 
Hofed within a flock of red ; 
A button'd bonnet on his head. 
From under which did hang, I ween. 
Silver hairs both bright and iheen ; 
His beard was white, trimmed round. 
His countenance blithe and merry 

found : 
A fleevelefs jacket large and wide, 
With many plaits and fkirts' iide. 
Of water chamlet* did he wear 
A whittellt by his belt he bear. 
His fhoes were corned,| broad before ; 
His inkhorn at his fide he wore ; 
And in his hand he bore a book ; 
Thus did this ancient poet look. 

(^Ibid.y pp. 209-210.) 



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* earner s hair cloth ^ rain-proof. — G. 

+ clasp-knife. 

X projecting— cornered. 



146 



Green Pastures. 



John Gower. 

Large he was, his height was long ; 

Broad of breall, his limbs were ftrong ; 

But colour pale, and wan his look, — 

Such have they that plyen their book : 

His head was gray and quaintly fhorn ; 

Neatly was his beard worn ; 

His vifage grave, ftern and grim, — 

Cato was moft like to him. 

His bonnet was a hat of blue, 

His fleeves ftraight, of that fame hue ; 

A furcoat* of a tawny dye, 

Hung in plaits over his thigh ; 

A breech clofe unto his dock, 

Handfom'd with a long flock ; 

Pricked before were his fhoon. 

He wore fuch as others doon : 

A bag of red by his fide. 

And by that his napkin tied : 

Thus John Gower did appear, 

Quaint attired, as you hear. 

{Ibid.y p. 210.) 

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* outer garment. 



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Word-F or traits. 



Solomon. 

His ftature tall, large, and high, 
Limb'd and featur'd beauteoufly ; 
Cheft was broad, arms were ftrong. 
Locks of amber paffing long, 
That hung and wav'd upon his neck. 
Heaven's beauty might they check. 
Vifage fair and full of grace. 
Mild and ftern, for in one place 
Sate Mercy meekly in his eye. 
And juftice in his looks hard bye : 
His robes of bifTe* were crimfon hue. 
Bordered round with twines of blue : 
In Tyre no richer filk fold. 
Over-braided all with gold ; 
Coftly fet with precious ftone. 
Such before I ne'er faw none : 
A maffy crown upon his head, 
Chequer'd through with rubies red ; 
Orient pearl and bright topacef 
Did burnifh out each valiant place : 
Thus this Prince that feemed fage 
Did go in royal equipage. 

{Ibid.,^. 275.) 



* fine silk. + topa: 



148 



Green Pastures, 



POTJTOES, 

[Licentioufnefs works waftefully] . . . 
the apothecaries would have furphaling 
water and potato roots lie dead on their 
hands. (' Difputation between a Hee and 
Shee Conny-Catcher [1592], x., 234.) 
[Surphaling, i.e., a cofmetic wafh. It 
is odd to find potatoes in apothecaries* 
fhops. They were then held to be 
provocatives. They had not long been 
introduced into England. — G.] 



TIME. 

In time we fee the iilver drops 
The craggy ftones make foft ; 

The floweft fnail in time we fee 
Doth creep and climb aloft. 

With feeble puffs the talleft pine 

In traft of time doth fall ; 
The hardeft heart in time doth yield 

To Venus' luring call. 

Where chilling froft alate did nip 

There flalheth now a fire ; 
Where deep difdain bred noifome hate, 

There kindleth now defire. 



The 'Tongue, 149 

Time caufeth hope to have his hap : 

What care in time not eafed ? 
In time I loathed that now I love ; 

In both content and pleafed. 
('Arbafto' [1584], iii., p. 248.) 

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THE TONGUE. 

It feemeth (faith Bias) that Nature 
by fortifying the tongue would teach 
how precious and neceffary a virtue 
lilence is ; for ftie hath placed before 
it the bulwark of the teeth, that if it 
will not obey reafon, which being within 
ought to ferve inftead of a bridle to ftay 
it from preventing the thoughts, we 
might reilrain and chaftife fuch impu- 
dent babbling by biting. And, therefore, 
faith he, we have two eyes and two ears, 
that thereby we may learn to hear and 
fee much more than is fpoken. 

('Penelope's Web,* v., p. 221.) 



150 



Green Pastures. 



Inve5iive on Contemporaries, 

I am not ignorant how eloquent 
our gowned age is grown of late ; fo 
that every mechanical mate abhors the 
Englifh he was born to, and plucks with 
a folemn periphrafis his ut vales from i 
the inkhorn ; which I impute not fo 
much to the perfeftion of arts as to 
the fervile imitation of vainglorious 
tragedians, who contend not fo ferioufly 
to excel in adlion as to embowel the 
clouds in a fpeech of comparifon ; 
thinking themfelves more than initiated 
in poets' immortality if they but once 
get Boreas by the beard and the heavenly 
Bull by the dew-lap. But herein I 
cannot fo fully bequeath them to folly 
as their idiot art-mafters, that intrude 
themfelves to our ears as the alchymifts of 
eloquence : who (mounted on the ftage 
of arrogance) think to outbrave better 
pens with the fwelling bombafl: of a 
bragging blank verfe. Indeed, it may 
be the ingrafted overflow of fome kil- 
cow* conceit, that overcloyeth their 
imagination with a more than drunken 
refolution, being not extemporal in the • 

* =a butcher — query a disguised gird at 
Shakespeare the wool-stapler's son ? — G. 



'The Tongue. 

invention of any other means to vent 
their manhood, commits the digeftion 
of their choleric encumbrances to the 
fpacious volubility of a drumming de- 
cafillabon. 'Mongft this kind of men 
that repofe eternity in the mouth of a 
player, I can but engrofs fome deep- 
read grammarians, who having no more 
learning in their fkull than will ferve to 
take up a commodity, nor art in their 
brain, than was nourifhed in a ferving- 
man's idlenefs, will take upon them to 
be the ironical cenfors of all, when God 
and Poetry doth know, they are the 
limpleft of all. To leave thefe to the 
mercy of their mother-tongue, that feed 
on nought but the crumbs that fall from 
the tranflator's trencher, I come (fweet 
friend) to thy Arcadian ' Menaphon.' 
. . . (Nafhe's Epiftle to the Gentlemen 
Students of both Univerfities . . . pre- 
fixed to 'Menaphon' [1589], vi., pp. 
9, 10.) [This is given to fhow Nafhe's 
fellow-feeling with Greene. — G.] 



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152 Green Pastures. 



TRAVELS, 

In my opinion the fitteft kind of life 
for a young gentleman to take (who as 
yet hath not fubdued the youthful con- 
ceits of fancy nor made a conqueft of 
his will by wit) is to fpend his time in 
travel ; wherein he fhall find both 
pleafure and profit : yea, and buy that 
by experience which otherwife with all 
the treafure in the world he cannot 
purchafe. For what changeth vanity 
to virtue, ftaylefs wit to ftayed wifdom, 
fond fantafies to firm affedlions, but 
travel ? What reprefleth the rage of 
youth and redreffeth the witlefs fury of 
wanton years, but travel ? What turneth 
a fecure life to a careful living ? What 
maketh the foolilh wife ? yea, what in- 
creafeth wit and augmenteth fkill, but 
travel ? in fo much that the fame UlyiTes 
won was not by the ten years he lay at 
Troy, but by the time he fpent in travel. 

(*Card of Fancy' [1587], iv., p. 19.) 



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Usury. 



USURT, 

Enter the Vfurer folus with a halter in 
one handy a dagger in the other. 

Groaning in confcience, burdened with 

my crimes. 
The hell of forrow haunts me up and 

down ; 
Tread where I lift, methinks the bleed- 
ing ghofts 
Of thofe whom my corruption brought 

to nought, 
Do ferve for ftumbling-blocks before 

my fteps ; 
The fatherlefs and widow wronged by 

me. 
The poor oppreffed by my ufury ; 
Methinks I fee their hands rear'd up to 

heaven, 
To cry for vengeance of my covetoufnefs. 
Wherefo I walk, all ligh and fhun my 

way; 
Thus I am made a monfter of the world ; 
Hell gapes for me, heaven will not hold 

my foul. 
You mountains, Ihroud me from the 

God of truth ; 
Methinks I fee Him lit to judge the 

earth ; 



154 



Green Pastures, 



See how He blots me out of the book of 

life: 
Oh burden more than -^tna, that I 

bear. 
Cover me, hills, and fhroud me from the 

Lord ; 
Swallow me, Lycus, Ihield me from the 

Lord. 
In life no peace ; each murmuring that 

I hear 
Methinlcs the fentence of damnation 

founds, 
* Die, reprobate, and hie thee hence to 

hell.' 
(*A Looking-glafs for London and 

England' [1594], xiv., pp. 97, 98.) 



VENGEANCE IMPLORED, 

Prince z^ga, his eyes put out and hands 
cut off by Acomat. 

, . , Oh Thou fupreme Architect of all, 
Firft Mover of thofe tenfold cryftal orbs. 
Where all thofe moving and unmoving 
eyes 



Vengeance Implored, 



Behold Thy goodnefs everlaftingly ; 
See, unto Thee I lift thefe bloody arms : 
For hands I have not for to lift to Thee ; 
And in Thy juftice dart thy fmould'ring 

flame 
Upon the head of curfed Acomat. 
Oh cruel heavens and injurious fates ! 
Even the laft refuge of a wretched man 
Is took from me ; for how can Aga 

weep ? 
Or run a briniih Ihower of pearled tears, 
Wanting the watery cifterns of his eyes ? 
Come, lead me back again to Bajazet, 
The wofulleft and faddeft ambafTador 
That ever was defpatched to any king. 
(* Selimus,' xiv., p. 247.) 



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VENUS AND ADONIS. 

In Cyprus fat fair Venus by a fount, 

Wanton Adonis toying on her knee ; 
She kifled the wag, her darling of 
account ; 
The boy 'gan blulh ; which when his 
lover fee. 



156 Green Pastures, 

She fmiled, and told him love might 

challenge debt. 
And he was young, and might be wanton 

yet. 

The boy waxed bold, fired by fond defire, 
That woo he could and court her 

with conceit : 
Reafon fpied this, and fought to quench 

the fire 
With cold difdain ; but wily Adon 

ftraight 
Cheered up the flame, and faid : * Good 

flr, what let ?* 
I am but young, and may be wanton 

yet.* 

Reafon replied, that beauty was a bane 
To fuch as feed their fancy with fond 

love ; 
That when fweet youth with lull is 

overta'en, 
It rues in age ; this could not Adon 

move. 
For Venus taught him ftill this reft to 

set,t 
That he was young, and might be 

wanton yet. 

* hindrance. 

f a term used in the game of primerc— G. 



Venus and Adonis. 



Where Venus ftrikes with beauty to the 
quick, 
It little 'vails fage Reafon to reply ; 
Few are the cures for fuch as are love- 
fick. 
But love : then, though I wanton it 
awry, 
And play the wag, from Adon this I 

get, — 
I am but young, and may be wanton yet. 
(^Perimedes the Blackfmith ' [1588], 
vii., pp. 88, 89.) 

ADONIS REPROFED, 

The firen Venus nouriced* in hei lap, 
Fair Adon, fwearing whiles he was a 

youth 
He might be wanton ; note his after- 

hap. 
The guerdon that fuch lawlefs luft 

enfu'th ; 
So long he followed flattering Venus' 

lore. 
Till, filly lad, he perilhed by a boar.t 

* nursed. t the classical myth. — G. 



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158 Green Pastures. 



Mars in his youth did court this lufty 

dame ; 
He won her love ; what might his \ 

fancy let ?* 
He was but young : at laft unto his 

fhame 
Vulcan entrapped them flyly in a net ; 
And called the gods to witnefs as a truth 
A lecher's fault was not excufed by 

youth. 

If crooked age accounteth youth his 
Spring, 
The Spring, the faireft feafon of the 
year; 
Enriched with flowers, and fweets, and 
many a thing 
That fair and gorgeous to the eyes 
appear ; 
It fits that youth, the Spring of man, 

fliould be 
'Riched with fuch flowers as virtue 
yieldeth thee. 

{Ibid.^ vii., pp. 89, 90.) 



hinder. 



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Venus Victrix, 



VENUS VICTRIX, 

Mars in a fury 'gainft Love's brighteft 

Queen, 
Put on his helm, and took to him his 

lance ; 
On Erycinus Mount* was Mavors feen, 
And there his enligns did the god 

advance ; 
And by heaven's greateft gates he ftoutly 

fwore, 
Venus fhould die, for fhe had wronged 

him fore. 

Cupid heard this, and he began to cry, 
And wiihed his mother's abfence for 

awhile : 
* Peace, fool,' quoth Venus ; * Is it I 

muft die ? 
Muft it be. Mars ?' With that fhe 

coined a fmile ; 
She trimmed her treifes, and did curl 

her hair. 
And made her face with beauty pafTmg 

fair. 

* The mountain from which Venus received 
the name of Erycina was Eryx. But Greene 
and his contemporaries spelled Erycinus. — G. 



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Green Pastures, 



A fan of filver feathers in her hand. 

And in a coach of ebony fhe went : 
She paffed the place where furious Mars 

did Hand, 
And out her looks a lovely fmile Ihe 

fent ; 
Then from her brows leaped out fo 

fharp a frown. 
That Mars for fear threw all his armour 

down. 

He vowed repentance for his rafh mif- 
deed, 
Blaming his choler that had caufed 
his woe : 
Venus grew gracious, and with him 
agreed, 
But charged him not to threaten 
beauty fo ; 
For women's looks are fuch enchanting 

charms 
As can fubdue the greateft god in 
arms. 
(' Ciceronis Amor' [1589], vii., pp. 
133, I34-) 



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Woman. 



fVOMJN, 

Difcourteous women. Nature's faireft ill, 
The woe of man, that iirft created curfe, 
Bafe female fex, fprung from black Ates' 

loins. 
Proud and difdainful, cruel and unjuft ; 
Whofe words are (haded with enchant- 
ing wiles 
Worfe than Medufa, mateth* all our 

minds : 
And in their heart fits fliamelefs treachery, 
Turning a truthlefs, vile circumference. 
O, could my fury paint their furies 

forth ! 
For hell's no hell, compared to their 

hearts ; 
Too fimple devils to conceal their arts ; 
Born to be plagues unto the thoughts 

of men ; 
Brought for eternal peftilence to the 

world. 
(* Orlando Furiofo,' xiii., pp. 149, 150.) 

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* confounds. 



1 62 Green Pastures, 



Woman — compared to a Rofe, 

Marry, ... I can aptly compare a 
woman to a Rofe : for as we cannot 
enjoy the fragrant fmell of the one 
without fharp prickles, fo we cannot 
poffefs the virtues of the other without 
ftirewilli conditions ; and yet neither 
the one nor the other can well be 
forborne, for they are neceflary evils. 
(' Morando' [1587], iii., p. 1 01.) 

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Comparifons Defcriptive of a Fair Woman 
{Sephejiia). 

All this while Menaphon fate amongft 
the flirubs, fixing his eyes on the glorious 
objeft of her face : he noted her treifes, 
which he compared to the coloured 
hyacinth of Arcadia ; her brows to the 
mountain fnows that lie on the hills ; 
her eyes to the gray glifter of Titan's 
gorgeous mantle ; her alabafter neck to 
the whitenefs of his flocks ; her teeth 
to pearl ; her face to borders of lilies 
interfeamed with rofes : to be brief, our 



Woman, 



fhepherd Menaphon, that heretofore 
was an atheift to love, and as the 
Theffallan of Bacchus, fo he, a con- 
temner of Venus, was now by the wily 
fhaft of Cupid fo entangled in the per- 
fection and beauteous excellence of 
Sepheftia, as now he fwore no benign 
planet but Venus, no god but Cupid, 
nor exquilite deity but Love, (' Mena- 
phon ' [1589], vi., p. 49.) 

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*//» only Daughter. 

One only daughter of fuch excellent 
exquilite perfeftion as Nature in her 
feemed to wonder at her own works. 
Her hair was like the fhine of Apollo, 
when, fhaking his glorious treffes, he 
makes the world beauteous with his 
brightnefs. The ivory of her face over- 
dalhed with a vermilion dye, feemed like 
the blulh that leapt from Endymion's 
cheeks when Cynthia courts him on the 
hills of Latmos. ('Ciceronis Amor' 
[1589], vii., pp. 105, 106.) 

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164 Green Pastures. 



THE TEOMANANDPEJSJNTRT 
OF OLD ENGLJND* 

Entef the Jufticey a town/man [of Wake- 
field\ George a Greene, and Sir Nicholas 
Mannering with his commijjton. 

Jujiice. Mailer Mannering, ftand afide 
whilft we confer 
What is beft to do. Townfmen of 

Wakefield, 
The Earl of Kendal here hath fent for 

viftuals. 
And in aiding him we Ihow ourfelves 

no lefs 
Than traitors to the king : therefore 
Let me hear, townfmen, what is your 
confents. 
Firfi town/man. Even as you pleafe, 

we are all content. 
Jufiice. Then, Mafter Mannering, we 

are refolved. 
Man. As how ? 
Jujiice, Marry, Sir, thus. — 
We will fend the Earl of Kendal no 
viftuals, 

* Greene's portrayal of country life and 
siding with the ^mtnonalty is extremely 
noticeable. See Lue prefixed to his Works, 
as before.— G. 



'The Teoman and Peasantry, etc. 



Becaufe he is a traitor to the king ; 
And in aiding him we'd fhow ourfelves 
no lefs. 
Man. Why, men of Wakefield, are 
you waxen mad. 
That prefent danger cannot whet your 

wits. 
Wifely to make provifion of yourfelves ? 
The Earl is thirty thoufand men, ftrong 

in power. 
And what town fo ever him refill 
He lays it flat and level with the ground: 
Ye filly men, you feek your own decay : 
Therefore fend my lord fuch provifion 

as he wants. 
So he will fpare your town 
And come no nearer Wakefield than he is. 
Jujiice. Mafter Mannering, you have 
your anfwer. 
You may be gone. 

Man. Well, Woodrofi'e, for fo I guefs 
is thy name, 
I'll make thee curfe thy overthwart 

denial ; 
And all that fit upon the bench this day 
Shall rue the hour they have withftood 
My Lord's commiflion. 

Jujiice. Do thy worfl:, we fear thee 
' not. 



1 66 Green Pastures, 



Man. See you thefe feals ? Before 

you pafs the town 
I will have all things my lord doth 

want, 
In fpite of you. 

George a Greene. Proud dapper Jack, 

vail bonnet to the bench 
That reprefents the perfon of the king ; 
Or, firrha, I'll lay thy head before thy 

feet. 
Man. Why, who art thou ? [ 

George. Why, I am George a Greene, j 
True liegeman to my king ; 
Who fcorns that men of fuch efteem as 

thefe. 
Should brook the braves of any traitorous 

fquire : 
You of the bench, and you, my fellow 

friends. 
Neighbours, are fubjeds all unto the 

king ; 
We are Englifh born, and therefore 

Edward's friends. 
Vowed unto him even in our mother's 1 

womb ; 
Our minds to God, our hearts unto our 

king, 
Our wealth, our homage, and our car- 
cafes, 



The Teomati and Peasantry^ etc. 

Be all King Edward's : then, firrha, we 

have 
Nothing left for traitors but our fwords, 
Whetted to bathe them in your bloods, 

and die 
'Gainft you, before we fend you any 
viftuals. 
Jujiice. Well fpoken, George a 

Greene. 
Firji town/man. Pray let George a 

Greene fpeak for us. 
George. Sirrha, you get no vidluals 
here, 
Not if a hoof of beef would fave your 
lives. 
Man. Fellow, I Hand amaz'd at thy 
prefumption : 
Why, what art thou that dareft gainfay 

my lord, 
Knowing his mighty puiflance and his 

ftroke ? 
Why, my friend, I come not barely of 

myfelf ; 
For fee, I have a large commiffion. 
George. Let me fee it, firrha. 

[ Takes the commijjioti. 
Whofe feals be thefe ? 

Man. This is the Earl of Kendal's 
feal at arms ; 



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Green Pastures. 



This Lord Charnel Bonfield's ; 
And this Sir Gilbert Armllrong's. 

George. I tell thee, firrha, did good 
King Edward's fon 
Seal a commiffidn 'gainfl the King hip 

father, 
Thus would I tear it in defpite of him. 
\_He tears the commijjion. 
Being traitor to my fovereign. 

Man. What ? Haft thou torn my 
lord's commiffion ? 
Thou Ihalt rue it, and fo fhall all Wake- 
field. 
George. What, are you in choler ? I 
will give you pills 
To cool your ftomach. Seeft thou thefe 

feals ? 
Now by my father's foul, 
Which was a yeoman when he was alive ; 
Eat them, or eat my dagger's point, 
proud fquire. 
Man. But thou doft but jeft, I hope. 
George. Sure that fhall you fee before j 

we two part. 
Man. Well, an' there be no remedy, | 
fo, George. I 

\ Swallows one of the feals. 
One is gone : I pray thee no more 
now. I 



"The Teoman and Peasantry ^'^ etc. 169 

George. O, Sir, 
If one be good, the others cannot 

hurt ; 
So, Sir. 

[Mannenng fw allows the other two feals. 
Now you may go and tell the Earl of 

Kendal, 
Although I have rent his large com- 

miffion. 
Yet of courtefy I have fent all his feals 
Back again by you. 

Man, Well, Sir, I will do your errand. 
\Exit. 
George, Now let him tell his lord, 
that he hath fpoke 
With George a Greene, 
Hight Pinner of merry Wakefield town; 
That hath phylic for a fool. 
Pills for a traitor, that doth wrong his 

fovereign : 
Are you content with this that I have 
done ? 
Jufiice. Ay, content, George : 
For highly haft thou honoured Wakefield 

town. 
In cutting of proud Mannering fo 

fhort. 
Come, thou fhalt be my welcome gueft 
to-day ; 



170 Green Pastures. 



For well thou haft deferved reward and 
favour. \_Exeunt omnes, 

('The Pinner of Wakefield' [1599], 
xiv., pp. 124-129.) 

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rOUTH DEGENERATE, 

Youth, which in the golden age de- 
lighted to try their virtues in hard 
armours, take their only content in 
delicate and effeminate amours. ('Plane- 
tomachia' [1585], v., p. 39.) 

WOMAN'S ETES. 

A Queftion. 

On women Nature did beftow two eyes, 

Like heaven's bright lamps in match- 

lefs beauty fhining ; 

Whofe beams do fooneft captivate the 

wife 

And wary heads made rare by Art's 

refining. 
But why did Nature in her choice 
combining 



Woman's Eyes. 



171 



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Plant two fair eyes within a beauteous 

face ? 
That they might favour two with equal 

grace. 
Venus did foothe up Vulcan with one eye, 
With th' other granted Mars his 

wifhed glee ; 
If fhe did fo who Hymen did defy, 
^^ Think love no fin but grant an eye 

to me ; 
In vain elfe Nature gave two ftars to 

thee : 
If then two eyes may well two friends 

maintain. 
Allow of two, and prove not Nature 

vain. 
(* Philomela' [1592], xi., p. 142. 

Jnfwer. 

Nature forefeeing how men would de- 

vife 
More wiles than Proteus, women to 

entice, 
Granted them two, and thofe bright 

ftiining eyes. 
To pierce into men*s faults if they 

were wife ; 
For they with fhow of virtue mafk 

their vice : 



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172 



Green Pastures. 



Therefore to women's eyes belong thefe 

gifts, 
The one muft love, the other fee men*s 

fhifts. 
Both thefe await upon one limple heart. 
And what they choofe, it hides up 
without change. 
The emerald will not with his portrait 
part. 
Nor will a woman's thoughts delight 

to range ; 
They hold it bad to have fo bad 
exchange. 
One heart, one friend, though that two 

eyes do choofe him 
No more but one, and heart will never 
lofe him. 

{Ibid,^ p. 149.) 

THE DEAD WIFE SOON 
FORGOTTEN. 

Lambert, Why, Serlfby, is thy wife fo 

lately dead ? 
Are all thy loves fo lightly pafTed over. 
As thou canft wed before the year be 

out? 



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'The' Dead Wife Soon Forgotten. 173 



Serljby. I live not, Lambert, to con- 
tent the dead, 
Nor was I wedded but for life to her ; 
The grave ends and begins a married 
ftate. 

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